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HOW STRANGE IT SEEMS
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HOW STRANGE IT SEEMS,
Edwin McCain
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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
if 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
if tomorrow i opened my eyes
and found myself somewhere else
i wonder who i'd be
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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 if 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 if tomorrow i opened my eyes and found myself somewhere else i wonder who i'd be
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