Misc Musicals – Rent - Santa Fe (Ukulele)

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New York City! (uh huh.) Center of the universe. (sing it, girl)

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Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. (I hear ya.)

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It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the "Hit the Road Blues"

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Now you're Talkin'. (collins's trademark evil laugh, lol muahaha)

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Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle

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And I'm sick of gradin' papers, that I know.

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I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle

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And all this misery pays no salary so

C                      Gadd9        A    
Let's Open up a restaurant in   Santa Fe

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   Sunny Santa Fe Would be Nice

   C                       Gadd9        A 
   Let's Open up a Restaurant in Santa Fe

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And leave this to the roaches and mice.

   Cadd9        Dadd9        G            Cadd9 
  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

      F           E                  A                       C  
  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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You teach? Yeah, I teach Computer age philosophy

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When my students would rather watch T.V.? America. (America)

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You're a sensitive aesthete, Brush the sauce onto the meat

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You can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme

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You can drum a gentle drum, I can seat guests as they come

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Chatting not about Heidegger but wine.

   C                     Gadd9        A
Let's open up a restaurant in   Santa Fe

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 Our labors would reap financial gain

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   We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

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And save from devastation our brains (save our brains)

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We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away

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Devote ourselves to projects that sell

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We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

Cadd9         Gadd9        E           A
Forget this cold bohemian hell

Cadd9        Dadd9       Gadd9         Cadd9
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fadd9       E            A
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh          (whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh)

Cadd9        Dadd9       Gadd9         Cadd9
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fadd9       E            Aadd9
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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yeah yeah yeah        mmhmm      *strange nasal sounds*

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   Do    you   know   the    way        To Santa Fe?

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         You know; tumbleweeds...   prairie dawwwwwgs.

   Aadd9                       Cadd9 (ritando)
   Yeaaah.