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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 diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you," says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in, she is her umbrella
And I the other way as they are kissing their hellos
And I'm 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 and for the funnies
When I'm someone watching me and so I my head
There's a on the inside, does she see me?
No, she does not really see me 'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to she's hitching up her skirt
And she's straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will continue the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of the midnight picnic once upon a 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 pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway and before I argue
He is looking out the window at somebody coming in
"It is nice to see you," says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in, she is her umbrella
And I the other way as they are kissing their hellos
And I'm 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 and for the funnies
When I'm someone watching me and so I my head
There's a on the inside, does she see me?
No, she does not really see me 'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to she's hitching up her skirt
And she's straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
Oh, this rain, it will continue the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
And of the midnight picnic once upon a before the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train
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