| San Francisco was the color gray
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| Laughter down the long hallway
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| Melted wax on wooden floors
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| No one knocked upon my door
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| Not mine
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| Not mine
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| The girl in gray
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| Not mine
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| Not mine
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| The girl in gray
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| I never was a city girl
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| Cigarettes and mother’s pearls
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| The veil of night
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| The stranger’s gaze
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| On the pretty face of Jamie or Kate
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| Not mine
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| Not mine
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| The girl in gray
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| Not mine
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| Not mine
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| The girl in gray
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| Paper walls and someone else
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| Going at it while I stared at
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| Silhouettes of passing cars
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| Haunted by some toothless dream
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| San Francisco was the color gray
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| I left alone without a name
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| I left behind
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| The girl in gray
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| I left behind
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| The girl in gray
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| The girl in gray |