I am thinking of your voice And of burning like bling bling Im thinking once upon a time Before the rain began As moaning people start getting busy Look at them, its just so crazy! They all trap sour, by their race To even recognize their mothers face Business is all they really care of Dead lies sadly all their lives While my mind is be in corner By a smaller world in a coffee I am sitting in the morning At the diner on the corner I 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 Im pretending not to see them Instead I pour the milk And then suddenly the world just freeze Like someone called curtains up And theyre playing different comedies On the same stage in the very same time Nothing seemes to be important While I watch lives passing by Everything seemes now so distant From this time your world in this coffee time I open up the paper Theres a story of an actor Who had died while he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And Im turning to the horoscope And looking for the funnies When Im feeling someone watching me And so I raise my head Theres a woman on the outside Looking inside. Does she see me? No she does not really see me Cause she sees her own reflection And Im trying not to notice That shes hitching up her skirt And while shes straightening her stockings Her hair is getting wet Oh, this rain it will continue Through the morning as Im listening To the bells of the cathedral... By a smaller world in a coffee And I finish up my coffee And its time to catch the train
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