The Artist

I'm gonna move to San Francisco
And watch all the hip young artists struggle with their rent
Ooh, I'm gonna be one of them

I'm gonna find a pale young heiress
I'm gonna make her fall in love with me
And live the good life for free
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I'm gonna be an artist

We'll take a trip to South Dakota
And blaze through the lonely desert in a shiny new rent-a-car
And take pictures of everything we see
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Pictures that everyone should see
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Because my perspective is so unique

Some people work a nine to five
Don't they know there's a better life
Woah-woah
Why don't they move to San Francisco?
If only they knew, they could be artists too

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