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Santa Fe Lyrics - Artist : Rent Cast
[ANGEL:]
New York City [MARK:] Uh huh [ANGEL:] Center of the universe [COLLINS:] Sing it, girl [ANGEL:] Times are shitty But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse [MARK:] I hear that [ANGEL:] It's a comfort to know When you're singing the hit the road blues That anywhere else you could possibly go After New York would be a pleasure cruise [COLLINS:] Now you're talking Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle And I'm sick of grading papers that I know And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle All this misery pays no salary, so Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And leave this to the roaches and mice Oh-oh [ALL:] Oh... [ANGEL:] You teach? [COLLINS:] Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy While my students would rather watch TV [ANGEL:] America [ALL:] America! [COLLINS:] You're a sensitive aesthete Brush the sauce onto the meat You could make the menu sparkle with a rhyme You could drum a gentle drum I could seat guests as they come Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine! Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Our labors would reap financial gain [ALL:] Gain, gain, gain [COLLINS:] We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And save from devastation our brains [HOMELESS:] Save our brains [ALL:] We'll pack up all our junk And fly so far away Devote ourselves to projects that sell We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Forget this cold Bohemian hell Oh... [COLLINS:] Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds... prairie dogs... [ALL:] Yeah |
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