| I lost my heart in San Francisco years ago
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| I’ve been back to search but the curse is getting worse don’t you know
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| That the hardest blow to take is the one that you don’t really know
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| Is around the corner and ready to floor
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| You it looms and it goads
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| And we’ll find some piece of mind from the shadows
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| And I know that we could climb just to pass the time
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| Like the heroes who stand up in their prime
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| Lost but still they shine
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| I was solo and Alfresco years ago
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| And I fan the flames that keep me burning don’t you know
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| That I’m finding it harder still climbing up to this hill without you clinging
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| on
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| Don’t open the wounds that scarred you
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| It just makes things harder to prove
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| Where you’re from
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| And we’ll find some piece of mind from the shadows
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| And I know that we could climb just to pass the time
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| Like the heroes who stand up in their prime
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| Lost but still they shine
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| Heroes misunderstood
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| And we’ll find some piece of mind from the shadows
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| And I know that we could climb just to pass the time
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| Like the heroes who stand up in their prime
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| Lost but still they shine
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| Heroes misunderstood
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| Heroes misunderstood |