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do [Em]do do do? do do [Cm]do [A]do?
I a[Em]m sitting in the morning, at the diner on the co[Cm]rne[A]r
I a[Em]m waiting at the counter, for the man to pour th[Cm]e c[A]offee
And[G] he fills it only halfway, and before I even arg[Cm]ue [A]
He [Am]is looking out the window, at somebody com[C]ing 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
I am pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
do do do do?
I open up the paper, there?s a story of an actor
He 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
I am feeling someone watching me, and so I raise my head
There?s a woman on the outside, looking inside does she see me
No she does not truly see me, she sees her own reflection
And I?m trying not to notice, that she?s hitching up her skirt and
while she?s straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
do do do do?
Oh, this rain it will continue, through the morning as I?m listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
do do do do?
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do [Em]do do do? do do [Cm]do [A]do?
I a[Em]m sitting in the morning, at the diner on the co[Cm]rne[A]r
I a[Em]m waiting at the counter, for the man to pour th[Cm]e c[A]offee
And[G] he fills it only halfway, and before I even arg[Cm]ue [A]
He [Am]is looking out the window, at somebody com[C]ing 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
I am pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk
do do do do?
I open up the paper, there?s a story of an actor
He 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
I am feeling someone watching me, and so I raise my head
There?s a woman on the outside, looking inside does she see me
No she does not truly see me, she sees her own reflection
And I?m trying not to notice, that she?s hitching up her skirt and
while she?s straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet
do do do do?
Oh, this rain it will continue, through the morning as I?m listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
do do do do?
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