Pour The Milk

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
 "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
 And instead
 I pour the milk
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 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
 Someone watching me
 And so
 I raise my head
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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
 And instead
 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
 Someone watching me
 And so
 I raise my head