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I am extraordinarily good at sleeping the day away
I thought with my experience I’d put it on my resume
So here I am unemployed again, as broke as I can be
But all I need is this old guitar, an open case, and a crowded street

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I’ve got the world on a shoestring
I’ve got the world on a shoestring

My head’s as full as a Ryder truck, double-parked down the street
All the ideas I’ve packed away, stack up so nice and neat
But I didn’t mark the boxes so don’t know where anything is
Paper bags of random facts, taped up dates and laundry lists

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If you ain’t got money well, that’s all right, honey
‘Cause I ain't got none too
We can be star-crossed, and get ourselves lost
Down Fifth Avenue

You look so good in your brand new dress, but you look good all the time
I love the little pictures that you draw and leave for me to find
And if I had a big apartment I’d frame them on the wall
But what do I need with lots of space, I got rent control and you to call

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