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]
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Quiet Desperation
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Scatman John |