| I never could believe in God
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| But always willing to give it a shot
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| If there is such a thing as magic human souls
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| Well, then mine looks a lot like Michael
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| Yes, my soul looks a lot like Michael
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| Manhattan baby, drop-out, drug abuse
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| Naively feel I’ve walked around in his shoes
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| He looked so thirsty when my heart is full
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| So, I pour every drop out to Michael
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| Yes, I pour out my soul to Michael
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| Oh, San Francisco savior
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| Do you remember me?
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| In a backseat on a golden bridge
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| Kissing
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| Let’s forget about the tears I’ve cried
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| And let’s hold on to that first night
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| Under the table he took my hand
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| We sat across from the Green Day band
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| All of those boys, but I could only see his face
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| Think how me and Michael, we are just the same
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| Yes, me and Michael we are just the same
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| I might’ve had a boy, and he a girlfriend
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| But on nights like those nights, rules always bend
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| I’d give up anything to feel understood
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| I’d give up anything to feel understood
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| I’d give up anything to feel understood
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| I’d give up and run away if Michael would
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| Oh, San Francisco savior
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| Do you remember me?
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| Oh, San Francisco savior
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| Berkeley’s been breathing
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| Oh, San Francisco savior
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| Please remember me
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| In a backseat on a golden bridge
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| Kissing
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| Let’s forget about the tears I’ve cried
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| And let’s hold on to that first night |