Tom’s Diner

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I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee

And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in

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It is always nice to see you
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
Instead I pour the milk

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Everybody's welcome
Come on, come on in
Sit yourself down
The funnies never end
Love is the drug
That makes you wanna drink
Till the morning after

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
Looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head…

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