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San Francisco Bay |
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Past pier thirty nine |
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Early p.m. |
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Can't remember what time |
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Got the waiting cab |
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Stopped at the red light |
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Address, unsure of |
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But it turned out just right |
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It started straight off |
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\"Coming here is hell\" |
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That's his first words |
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We asked what he meant |
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He said \" where ya' from?\" |
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We told him our lot |
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\"When ya' take a holiday |
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Is this what you want?\" |
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So have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Lie around all day |
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Have a drink to chase |
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\"Yourself and tourists, yeah |
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That's what I hate\" |
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He said \"We're going wrong |
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We've all become the same |
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We dress the same ways |
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Only our accents change\" |
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So have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Swim in the ocean |
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That be my dish |
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I drive around all day |
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And kill processed fish |
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It's all money gum |
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No artists anymore |
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You're only in it now |
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To make more, more, more |
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So have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day |
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Have a nice day? |
