| Wanderlust claimed my soul, when I was 23
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| I’ve roamed and rambled but knew home would always be
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| The city by the bay, cobblestone lines the street
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| And the smell of the tide is carried, by the breeze of the Chesapeake
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| Where we could busk for cash, down in the market space
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| And we could share a flask till we made enough to buy a case
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| Where we knew a couple bars, that were easy on IDs
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| We could always grab a bottle, and start a fire on the beach
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| No matter where I go, I’ll always come back home
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| To my city by the bay, city by the bay, city by the bay, city by the bay
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| Now I am a man grown, most of my friends have moved away
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| And the bars we used to sneak in, they all go by different names
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| Life became so fast, boys grew into men
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| Making money for the bills, replace towels, parties that would never end
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| But gone it ain’t forgotten and I’ll keep moving like the tides
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| And home it’ll always be any bar where we can share a pint
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| We were legends in our time, making the most out of our youth
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| We grew our separate ways, but will always share our roots
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| No matter where we go, we’ll always have a home
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| Back at our city by the bay, city by the bay, city by the bay, city by the bay |