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    Got a rich man's dream. Wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.
    Wanna cash it in. Wanna give it all away.

    Got a poor man's needs. Beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.
    And your sandy eyes. Making it all all right.
    Something's calling on me...

    And I don't know where I'm going.
    I don't know where I'm going.
    I got no place to be.
    Honey, keep me company.

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    Woke peacefully in a town somehow in New Jersey.
    In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio.

    Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building G.
    Gotta lock the door. Gotta hide the key.
    Oh, baby, I'm free...

    And I don't know where I'm going.
    I don't know where I'm going.
    I got no place to be.
    Honey, keep me company.

    Now maybe one day I'll be a famous man with an LA tan,
    a million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.
    Or maybe one day I'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.
    And your sandy eyes making it all all right.
    Making it all all right.
    Making it all all right.

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    Composition: Dean Friedman and Stuffy Shmitt

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