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
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Why don't they move to San Francisco?
If only they knew, they could be artists too
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El Artista
Voy a mudarme a San Francisco
Y ver a todos los jóvenes artistas luchar con su renta
Ooh, voy a ser uno de ellos
Voy a encontrar a una joven heredera pálida
Voy a hacer que se enamore de mí
Y vivir la buena vida sin pagar
Woah-woah-woah
Voy a ser un artista
Haremos un viaje a Dakota del Sur
Y recorreremos el desierto solitario en un auto de renta nuevo y brillante
Y tomaremos fotos de todo lo que veamos
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Fotos que todos deberían ver
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Porque mi perspectiva es tan única
Algunas personas trabajan de nueve a cinco
¿No saben que hay una vida mejor?
Woah-woah
¿Por qué no se mudan a San Francisco?
Si tan solo supieran, también podrían ser artistas
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Escrita por: Brad Petering