| Little girl they said you’d end up lost
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| But little girls don’t listen very well
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| And so you set out on your own
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| And wound up all alone
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| In San Francisco
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| San Francisco felt like home
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| Just like home
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| It’s not the same with everybody gone
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| And now your mind is filled with doubt
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| The in crowds all moved out
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| But you loved those laughing days
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| And summer sun
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| When day old strangers you called friend
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| And swore those summer days would never end
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| But little girl your eyes are looking old
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| And nothing seems to matter any more
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| As if the world has passed you by
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| You’re just too tired to cry
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| Little girl you always meant so well
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| But never found the best that you deserved
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| When you were always first to share
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| It isn’t really fair
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| But how you loved the laughing days
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| And summer sun
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| When day old strangers you called friend
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| And swore those summer days would never end
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| But little girl your eyes are looking old
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| And nothing seems to matter any more
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| No one cares about the cost
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| Another little girl has wound up lost |