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Rent - Santa Fe lyrics

ANGEL:

New York City

MARK:

Uh huh

ANGEL:

Center of the universe

COLLINS:

Sing it, girl

ANGEL:

times are s--tty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse

MARK:

I hear you

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

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And leave this to the roaches and mice

OH-OH

ALL:

OH--

ANGEL:

You teach?

COLLINS:

I teach- computer age philosophy

But 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 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

ALL:

Gains, gains, gains

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- OH-

COLLINS:

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, tumbleweeds... prairie dogs...

Yeah

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