| Miranda works the late night counter
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| In a joint called Betty’s Diner
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| Chrome and checkered tablecloths
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| One steamy windowpane
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| She got the job that shaky fall
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| And after hours she’ll write till dawn
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| With a nod and smile she serves them all
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| Here we are all in one place
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| The wants and wounds of the human race
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| Despair and hope sit face to face
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| When you come in from the cold
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| Let her fill your cup with something kind
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| Eggs and toast like bread and wine
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| She’s heard it all so she don’t mind
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| Arthur lets his earl gray steep
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| Since April it’s been hard to sleep
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| You know they tried most everything
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| Yet it took her in the end
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| Kevin tests new saxophones
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| But swears he’s leaving quality control
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| For the Chicago scene, or New Orleans
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| Where they still play righteous horns
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| Here we are all in one place
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| The wants and wounds of the human race
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| Despair and hope sit face to face
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| When you come in from the cold
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| Let her fill your cup with something kind
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| Eggs and toast like bread and wine
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| She’s heard it all so she don’t mind
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| Jack studies here after work
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| To get past high school he’s the first
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| And his large hands seem just as comfortable
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| With a hammer or a pen
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| Emma leaned and kissed his cheek
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| And when she did his knees got weak
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| Miranda smiles at 'em and winks
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| Here we are all in one place
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| The wants and wounds of the human race
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| Despair and hope sit face to face
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| When you come in from the cold
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| Let her fill your cup with something kind
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| Eggs and toast like bread and wine
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| She’s heard it all so she don’t mind
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| You never know who’ll be your witness
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| You never know who grants forgiveness
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| Look to heaven or sit with us Deidra bites her lip and frowns
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| She works the stop and go downtown
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| She’s pretty good at the crossword page
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| And she paints her eyes blue black
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| Tristan comes along sometimes
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| Small for his age and he’s barely five
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| But she loves him like a mama lion
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| Veda used to drink a lot
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| Almost lost it all before she stopped
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| Comes in at night with her friend Mike
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| Who runs the crisis line
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| Michael toured Saigon and back
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| Hair the color of smoke and ash
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| Their heads are bowed and hands are clasped
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| One more storm has passed
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| Here we are all in one place
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| The wants and wounds of the human race
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| Despair and hope sit face to face
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| When you come in from the cold
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| Let her fill your cup with something kind
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| Eggs and toast like bread and wine
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| She’s heard it all so she don’t mind |