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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay;
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The glory that was Rome is of an - oth - er day;
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I've been terribly alone and for - got -ten in Man - hat - ten;
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I'm going home to my city by the bay.
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I left my heart in San Francisco;
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High on a hill, it calls to me
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To be where little cable cars
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Climb halfway to the stars;
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The morning fog may chill the air,
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I don't care.
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My love waits there, in San Francisco,
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A - bove the blue and windy sea;
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When I come home to you, San Francisco,
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Your golden sun will shine on me