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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 pour the coffee
And he it halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At in
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the who has come in
She is her umbrella
And I the other way
As are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
And 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
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 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 is wet
Oh, this rain it continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to the
At the on the corner
I am at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he it halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At in
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the who has come in
She is her umbrella
And I the other way
As are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
And 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
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 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 is wet
Oh, this rain it continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to the
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