| Sitting in the night cafe
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| Like a Hopper painting on a very bad day
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| Drinking like I used to do, with a
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| Manner that you hate me too, and then
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| People come and people go, but
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| Who they are I’ll never know, and I’m
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| Unaware of what they say and I
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| I really don’t care anyway, oh no
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| Sitting in an empty room, at the
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| Middle ending on a day of doom, and I’m
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| Dreamin' like I used to do, of the
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| Way it was when I met you, and the
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| Memories they come and go, like
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| Shadows on the stair below
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| A voyeur in the high window, as
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| Unobserved I watch you go, oh no
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| Sitting in the early train, on
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| Sunday morning and it’s pouring rain, and I’m
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| Dying like I used to do with a
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| Head and heart so full of you, and then
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| Feelings come and feelings go, but
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| When they stop I’ll never know, and I’m
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| Unaware of what you say, and I
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| I really don’t care anyway, oh no
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| Sitting in the night cafe
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| Sitting in the night cafe
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| Sitting in the night cafe
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| Sitting in the night cafe |