| acid and mushroom jazz
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| valencia, elbow room
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| the fall of 1998
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| before the plastic bubble blew
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| at a warehouse party in the east bay
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| i knew i was among my own and i thought,
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| i’ll be your man san francisco
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| if i can call you home
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| watched you from the south
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| and wondered if you were real
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| would we find a missing piece of bohemia
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| was there still more for us to feel?
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| from a freeway underpass
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| out in the mission
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| a leaping long-haired gnome called out
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| i’ll be your man san francisco
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| if i can call you home
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| well the truth is i never moved in
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| went right through the city out to west marin
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| and then when jaden got a little older
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| we moved to santa barbara
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| where the weather was warmer
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| but hey man, it’s all right
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| ‘cause all of california is a state of mind
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| they say home is where the heart is at
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| and i pretty much believe in that
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| but life is a deeper shade than just one
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| and though my heart is with my family
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| pieces of it, wild and free
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| roam memories of places i’ve loved
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| and if the love is there it feels like home
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| from amsterdam to tokyo
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| roots extending everywhere we go
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| so then home is where the love is at
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| and love is where the people that
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| we love call home
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| so i’ll be your man santa barbara
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| and i’ll be your man california
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| and I’ll be your man san francisco
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| if i can call you home |