| I’ve been waiting in San Francisco
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| To know you still care
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| Don’t let that white bird fly
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| Then I know you won’t be there
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| I’ll be sitting by my phone
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| Waiting for you to call
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| But I feel those winds have stopped now
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| Round our words we built a wall
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| I hope one day that wind will blow
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| Warm on my face
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| And you ride down upon it
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| With steel wings and open lace
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| I just hope one day you will land
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| Back on that doldrums shore in love I stand
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| We can break down that yellow stonewall
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| And let our words sail on the wind again
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| I’ve been waiting in San Francisco
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| To know you still care
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| Don’t let that white bird fly
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| Then I know you won’t be there
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| I won’t ask for your forgiveness
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| As it floats in the wind
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| I’ll let the light bring it
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| As it shines down on me
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| But before I feel that sunlight
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| Warm upon my face
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| I’ll be cold inside
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| And my words will lose pride
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| As the sun sets its place
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| My words will be frozen
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| As they float across the sea
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| Only your warmth will melt them
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| For you to hear me
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| I’ve been waiting in San Francisco
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| To know you still care
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| Don’t let that white bird fly
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| Then I know you won’t be there
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| I wish that I could hold you
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| And you wouldn’t freeze inside
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| My touch is too cold now
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| In dark regret I still hide |