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You're sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night |
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Fantisizin' the American dream |
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You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself convinced |
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That the nightmare isn't as bad as it seems |
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You try your best to hide yourself beneath your turned up collar |
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And a plastic bag is all you've got to show |
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And your books inside your shopping cart |
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Is probably the best education you're ever gonna know (Hmm) |
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The guy in the Mercedes is just hollered with the dollar |
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Better grab it 'cause the signal's turnin' green |
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And while you're at it put the jug behind the picket fence |
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'Cause the cop that's drivin' by sho'looking mean |
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Institution, contribution, restitution, destitution |
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Doesn't mean a thing to you now |
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You're the freeway feature |
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For your audience are driving by |
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So maybe you should stand and take a bow |
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You're living in desperation |
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And you never have felt complete |
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You live in anticipation |
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Of another day on the street, sing with me |
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(Scatting by Scatman John) |
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You're sitting in the same spot |
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You want to go home |
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But there ain't no home but home on the range |
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You've forgotten what you look like and it looks like you've forgotten |
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That the look inside your eye is very strange |
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Ain't nothing left to hide |
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You're stripped of all your pride and all you feel inside |
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Is a hole a mile wide |
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You're the freedom desperado |
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And the perfect living model |
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Of a land that hasn't any good excuse |
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You're living in desperation |
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And you never have felt complete |
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You live in anticipation |
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Of another day on the street, sing with me |
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(Scatting by Scatman John) |
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Sittin' on your milkcrate, blanket wrapped around you |
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I see you sitting day after day |
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I really like to talk but I know if I approached you |
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You'd probably get up and walk away |
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You're wishin' that your home of the American dream |
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Wasn't only smoke and exhaust |
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I love you desperado and all I gotta say |
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You let me know how much I really lost |
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You're living in desperation |
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And you never have felt complete |
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You live in anticipation |
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Of another day on the street, sing with me |
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(Scatting by Scatman John) |
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You're living in desperation |
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And you never have felt complete |
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You live in anticipation |
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Of another day on the street, sing with me |
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(Scatting by Scatman John) |