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Seasons Of Love
Lyricist:Jonathan D Larson
New York City, center of the universe Sing it girl times are shitty But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse I hear you 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 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 Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And leave this to the roaches and mice
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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 gains, gains, gains, gains
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And save from devastation of our brains Save our brains
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
Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds prairie dogs, yeah
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