| Last night in the middle of a dream
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| I started thinkin' 'bout Russian Hill
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| And Ferlinghetti with his Coney Island mind
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| And you and me with some time to fill
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| We ate in Chinatown, we rode the cable car
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| We did what tourists always do But in the dream you were a movie star
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| And I was someone too
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| Was that the two of us in love
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| Why did it end so soon
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| I don’t believe in fallin' out of love
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| I never met the man in the moon
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| If it’s so hard to find the key
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| It’s not the singer, it’s the tune
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| Sun high in the California sky
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| We walked the beach around Monterey
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| True Confessions in a Sausalito bar
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| The windows shinin' across the bay
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| The age of innocence and searchin'
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| In the dark for what we’d never seen
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| And we could taste the sweetness
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| Of our lives in bitter mescaline
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| Was that the two of us in love
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| Why did it end so soon
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| I don’t believe in fallin' out of love
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| I never met the man in the moon
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| If it’s so hard to find the key
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| It’s not the singer, it’s the tune |