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Tom's Diner 
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de Susan Vega
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I am in the morning at the on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to the coffee
And he fills it only and I even argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is always to see you," says the man the counter
To the woman who has in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos
And I'm not to see them, and I the milk
I up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope and looking for the funnies
When I'm watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside looking inside, she see me?
No, she not really see me 'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will continue through the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice
And of the midnight picnic once a time before the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
I am waiting at the counter for the man to the coffee
And he fills it only and I even argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is always to see you," says the man the counter
To the woman who has in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos
And I'm not to see them, and I the milk
I up the paper, there's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope and looking for the funnies
When I'm watching me and so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside looking inside, she see me?
No, she not really see me 'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will continue through the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice
And of the midnight picnic once a time before the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
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