I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
climb half way to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care.
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me.
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me.
Your golden sun will shine for me.
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