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All
songs written, arranged,
produced & performed by
Marjorie Thompson, except where noted.
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It
Seems Real
from
Driving Live
Sitting in the window
of an opulent hotel
Looking out on seventh avenue
Listening to the music
that the blind pianist plays
Watching waves of people
passing through.
It seems real
Its seems fine
When we’re here
I think you can be mine
Walking in a cold wind
on a northern winter night
Holding you against the icy wind
Wishin we were warmer,
but happy just the same
Knowing that this moment
could have been.
It seems real
Its seems fine
When we’re here
I feel you can be mine
Waiting at the restaurant
on forty second street
Wond’rin if the waitress sees our face
Drinking cups of coffee
and it seems so usual
Being close to you inside this place.
It seems real
Its seems fine
When we’re here
Its like you are mine
Riding in a taxi on a Sunday afternoon
Running for a train that’s finally here
Leaning on your arm just seems
the natural thing to do
Feeling all this time
that you’ve been near.
It seems real
Its seems fine
When we’re here
I know you are mine.
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