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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay,
The glory that was Rome is of another day,
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan,
I'm going home to my city by the bay.

I left my heart in San Francisco,
High on a hill it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway 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.

~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars.
The morning fog, it may chill the air,
I don't care.
My love waits there, in San Francisco,
Above the blue, the blue and windy sea,
Oh, when I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun, it will shine for me.

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