I am sitting in the morning
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At the diner on the corner
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I am waiting at the counter
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For the man to pour the coffee
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And he fills it only halfway
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And before I even argue
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He is looking out the window
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At somebody coming in
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`It is always nice to see you`
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Says the man behind the counter
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To the woman who has come in
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She is shaking her umbrella
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And I look the other way
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As they are kissing their hellos
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I`m pretending not to see them
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And instead I pour the milk
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I open up the paper
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There`s a story of an actor
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Who had died while he was drinking
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It was no one I had heard of
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And I`m turning to the horoscope
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And looking for the funnies
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When I`m feeling someone watching me
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And so I raise my head
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There`s a woman on the outside
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Looking inside does she see me?
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No she does not really see me
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Cause she sees her own reflection
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And I`m trying not to notice
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That she`s hitching up her skirt
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And while she`s straightening her stockings
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Her hair is getting wet
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Oh, this rain it will continue
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Through the morning as I`m listening
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To the bells of the cathedral
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I am thinking of your voice... |