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I want the sound of the subway singing In the station, ears still ringing From the show last night I want the sound of a morning greeting From a stranger I see daily My old friend I want to feel the ease of the Middle-of-the-day walk Through the park with you Hand in hand I want to feel the grass on my feet Feel the sweat roll down my cheek Feel the heat I want the smell of bourbon on my lips At a crowded bar, beneath the stars Dancing I want the smell of your skin, salty Breathing it in I want to see the moon From the rooftop Full as the day was I want a full world A real world, a real world A real show, a real friend Real heat, real salt, real skin The real stars, the real moon, a real day