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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Suzanne Vega
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I am sitting in the morning
At the on the corner
I am at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he fills it halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
the man behind the counter
To the woman who has in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour 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 of
And I'm to the horoscope
And for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside
she see me?
No she does not see me
she 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 is getting wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
the began...
I up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
At the on the corner
I am at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he fills it halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
the man behind the counter
To the woman who has in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour 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 of
And I'm to the horoscope
And for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside
she see me?
No she does not see me
she 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 is getting wet
Oh, this rain it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
the began...
I up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
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