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Текст (слова) песни: Edwin Mccain - How Strange It Seems

I`m A hack driver in New York City
I`ve got seven kids on the lower east side
I`m not a strong man, I`m not very pretty
But in rush hour hell you should see me drive

I`m a dressmaker in Louisiana
Stick my finger ain`t that a shame
People come to haggle and paw on my artwork
But no two of my dresses are ever the same

How strange it seems to be me
If tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else
I wonder who I`d be

I`m the house man at a place called the exit
The last band I heard bored me to tears
But every so often I hear one that moves me
Love for the music is what keeps me here

How strange it seems to be me
I f tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else
I wonder who I`d be

I`m a rich man
I ain`t talking `bout money
I`m blues singer at the Eight by Ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Don`t worry `bout me just drop by now and then

How strange it seems to be me
I f tomorrow I opened my eyes
And found myself somewhere else
I wonder who I`d be

 

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