| I never will forget, Mmmm… Jeanette MacDonald
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| Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang
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| I never will forget, how that brave Jeanette
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| Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang…
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| San Francisco, open your golden gate
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| You’ll let nobody wait outside your door
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| San Francisco, here is your wanderin' one
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| Saying I’ll wander no more
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| Other places only make me love you best
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| Tell me you’re the one in all the golden west
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| San Francisco, I’m coming home again
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| Never to roam again…
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| San Francisco, right when I arrive
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| I really come alive…
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| And you will laugh to see me
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| Perpendicular, hanging on a cable car
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| San Francisco, let me beat my feet
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| Up and down Market Street
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| I’m gonna climb Nob Hill, just to watch it get dark
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| From the top of the mark
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| There’s Brooklyn Bridge, London Bridge
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| And the Bridge of San Louis Rey
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| But the only bridge, that’s a real gone bridge
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| Is the bridge accross the bay
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| San Francisco, I’m coming home again
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| Never to roam again, by gum
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| San Francisco, I don’t mean Frisco
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| San Francisco, here I come! |