| Years ago my soul went missing
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| Looking for a life no one would mourn
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| Now it stumbles like the smile of a fool
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| Looking to the sky for shelter from this storm
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| All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco
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| It’s a city that was built by fire trucks
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| And skeletons who grin and grin
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| Pimps and thieves who can’t believe their luck
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| Saints who are only holy when they sin
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| I came looking for the party
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| So 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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| Can you make my heart feel complete?
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| All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco
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| You can always find me at the celebration
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| (Celebrating good times)
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| Waiting for glory to strike me dumb
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| (Please strike me dumb)
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| I’m trying to keep the good times rolling (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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| A beauty our hearts all recognize
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| And never get their fill
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| Where everyone is humming a love supreme
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| Watching it pour softly down the hill
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| All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco |