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