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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 |
