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