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Up in the San Francisco where the forest meets the bridge |
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I thought I saw you standing there and them you fell onto the rails |
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But that was many years ago and I am so much older now |
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My brother is a soldier now |
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I can't see the many how, I moved up in the wind |
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And you swimming up tide or just to the hand radio stations |
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I left my love in San Francisco |
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That's okay, I was bored anyway |
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I left my love in the room |
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That's okay, I was born in L.A. |
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I left my love in San Francisco |
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That's okay, I was bored anyway |
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I left my love in a field |
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That's okay, I was born in L.A. |
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And we're restricting on this field |
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That Jesus came from Israel |
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Isaac followed the sacred cow |
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So not to wake up, sparrow splashing mud |
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But that was many years from now |
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And I hope from here on now |
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I always seemed to want to shout |
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Your eyes are like a cup of tea and sending into the sun with me |
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You swimming upstream or just tuning into new sensations |
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I was broken and we're broken |
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I left my love in San Francisco |
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That's okay, I was bored anyway |
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I left my love in the room |
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That's okay, I was born in L.A. |
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I left my love in San Francisco |
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That's okay, I was bored anyway |
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I left my love in a field |
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That's okay, I was born in L.A. |
