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Tom's Diner 
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de Susan Vega
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I am sitting in the morning at the on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it halfway and I argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you," the man behind the counter
To the who has come in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I the way as are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I open 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
I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a on the outside looking inside, does she see me?
No, she does 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 straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it continue through the morning as I'm listening
To the of the cathedral
I am of voice
And of the picnic once upon a time the began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it halfway and I argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you," the man behind the counter
To the who has come in, she is shaking her umbrella
And I the way as are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
I open 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
I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head
There's a on the outside looking inside, does she see me?
No, she does 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 straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it continue through the morning as I'm listening
To the of the cathedral
I am of voice
And of the picnic once upon a time the began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to the train
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