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Juliet Simms - San Francisco |
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I fell face down on the floor |
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This strange city wont feel sorry for |
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All my fairy-tales and dreams |
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This whole kingdom isn't what it seems |
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All we are are wishing wells |
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This heart shaped box belongs to me |
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It feels like December |
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In the warmest of weathers |
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I can't get back to where I wanna be |
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Cause I still remember |
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Your chariots and sweaters |
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San Francisco please rain down on me |
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Please be careful with me |
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I'm made of paper I tear easily |
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A man once said that nothings free |
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I'll pay with tears till you come back to me |
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All we are are wishing wells |
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This heart shaped box belongs to me |
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It Feels like December |
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In the warmest of weathers |
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I can't get back to where I wanna be |
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Cause I still remember |
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Your chariots and sweaters |
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San Francisco please rain down on me |
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Everyone is cold and far |
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Frale and shaking in the dark |
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It's all over now |
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It's all over now |
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It Feels like December |
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in the warmest of weathers |
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I can't get back, |
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I can't get back, |
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I can't get back |
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It Feels like December |
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in the warmest of weathers |
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I can't get back to where I wanna be |
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Cause I still remember |
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your chariots and sweaters |
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San Francisco please rain down on me |
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Rain down on me |
