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We spent July in a Berkeley basement, |
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Half read books, and bold declarations. |
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There was so much I didn't believe in |
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And then, there was you. |
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You made me brave, |
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You made me stupid |
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Gave me this skin, that I could move in. |
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We're gonna leave them where they stand |
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Leave them where they |
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Love, no one cares |
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About the stories they're not in. |
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We'll fade out to whispers, |
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It's the last days of summer in San Francisco. |
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The kitchens cold and the tea kettle whisles. |
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The J Church rolls and rattles our windows. |
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There's no nostalgia here it's just now, |
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Baby now. |
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I was a fire that you started |
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For once I knew everything that I wanted. |
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We're gonna leave them where they stand, |
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Leave them where they |
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Love, no one cares |
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About the stories they're not in. |
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We'll fade out to whispers, |
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It's the last days of summer in San Francisco |
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It's the last days of summer in San Francisco |
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Love, no one cares |
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About the stories they're not in. |
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We'll fade out to whispers, |
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It's the last days of summer in San Francisco |
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Last days of summer in San Francisco. |