| The moon hung over most of San Francisco
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| What a big, dumb disco ball (it really is)
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| Stealing sun from Egypt and Australia
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| I wonder what it looks like where you live
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| You always said you hated San Francisco
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| With all the fuckin' flowers in the hair
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| I sort of hate it too, but I would’ve stayed for you in San Francisco
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| Waving through a window at some concert down in Jersey
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| Felt as stupid and romantic as it sounds
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| Might’ve been the first I’d ever seen you, but
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| You seemed so familiar, like you’d always been around
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| You said I sort of sung you to the West coast, but
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| I wonder sometimes who the siren is
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| Well either way, the long drive back to Woodbridge
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| Was as beautiful and sad and dangerous as the sea
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| When we met your family, I knew that you were home
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| And I knew that I was gonna go, I should’ve known, I should’ve known
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| I never did love you the way I wanted
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| You didn’t let me, maybe I was scared
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| Could be we’re just good at being haunted
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| It was sweet and it was sad, the haunting that we shared |