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Stopped into a local restaurant late, you took a look around,

You'd hardly made any noise, you'd hardly made any sound,

But you still felt their eyes upon you, and their prodding stare,

You hung your head low, you slunk back to the rear, and took a chair;

Picked yourself the smallest table you could find, a table just for two,

Draped your hat and coat over the other side, cause it was only you.

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Stared down at the menu, you barely read the first page through,

Before being stopped by a waitress with an overgrown, beehive hairdo;

She asked you what you'd have, but you'd had no time to select,

So you said, "I'll just have coffee, now; I'd need more time I expect."

So she shrugged her shoulders, let out a sigh you knew all too well,

She knew you were the lonely type, it wasn't hard for her to tell.

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You bet she knew you'd always been unmarried, always been alone,

The bitterness caused you grief, weighed you down like a heavy stone.

So many times you wondered what it would be like if you were dead,

But you go on living your life, you go on sipping your coffee instead.

Hoping for the day you can hang your hat and coat on your own chair,

Hoping for the day you can stop them all from their prodding stare.
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You sip your last drop of coffee, it's all you can take, all you can stand,

Spent another day out looking for love, it didn't go as well as planned.

Put your coat back on, and your hat, so gloomy you almost forgot to pay,

Left a tip twice what you'd paid, told yourself, "Better luck next day,"

And as you leave the restaurant, you keep your eyes away from theirs,

Pull your hat down lower, cause you can just feel those taunting glares.

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You make it back home again, it's been another day love was out of reach,

You sit down in your loveseat, you damn yourself, the gods you beseech,

You pray for the courage to go on, but it gets harder as the years go by,

You've been alone for so long, those thoughts get harder for you to deny,

You push them away from your mind, no time to wallow in your sorrow,

As you sit alone, planning your next move, dreaming of a better tomorrow.

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