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 heart 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
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