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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Suzanne Vega
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I am in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I argue
He is looking out the window
At coming in
"It is nice to see you"
Says the man the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As are kissing their hellos
I'm not to see them
And instead I the milk
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died he was drinking
It was no one I had of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she not really see me
Cause she her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
Through the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's to the train
At the diner on the corner
I am at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I argue
He is looking out the window
At coming in
"It is nice to see you"
Says the man the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As are kissing their hellos
I'm not to see them
And instead I the milk
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died he was drinking
It was no one I had of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she not really see me
Cause she her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
Through the as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's to the train
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