what shall it be?
coffee or orange juice?
yes dear?
no, not this morning
u-huh, nope
what? u-huh
I watched you sleep last night
believe it or not
I know you feel
I've lost track of you
and although all I do is complain
of all the lousy ads and wars
bear me over coffee
and leave me to my morning paper
from My Homeland (1976)
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