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years ago my soul went missing |
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it was looking for a life no-one would mourn |
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until it faded into the smile of some fool |
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still looking for shelter from this storm |
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all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco |
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at 22 I came here to retire |
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and tell myself that I was free |
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but now all day I always stoke the fire |
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that I saw fade on the shining sea |
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i came looking for the party |
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ah come on Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street |
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just give me some hope, or give me at least enough rope |
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i want to fly, shake the dirt off my feet |
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all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco |
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a city built by fire trucks! |
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dirty old bastards drunk on love |
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and mean old queens who never forgive |
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the compromises they made to live |
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now you can always find me at the celebration |
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waiting for glory to strike me down |
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i'm trying to keep the good times rolling |
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because they're almost gone |
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all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco |
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it's a beauty your hearts all recognize |
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and never get their fill |
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everyone is hunting a love supreme |
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watching it roll softly down the hill |
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all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco |
