Go, if you want to go
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But I won't follow
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Just so you know
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Leave, if you want to leave
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But I won't be here
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When you come home
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I'm gonna move to San Francisco
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Look up some old friends
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I'm gonna get me a navy pea coat
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And an old Mercedes Benz
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This old town keeps shrinking
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There's too many people in my junk
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I'm gonna do a lot of drinking
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Cause it don't hurt when I'm drunk
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Go, if you want to go
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But I won't follow
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Just so you know
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Leave, if you want to leave
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But I won't be here
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When you come home
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I'm gonna rent me an old Victorian
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Down in the Lower Haight
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I'm gonna give me an old accordion
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And play for the tourists on the golden gate
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I'm gonna plant a little garden
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Paint my bathroom blue
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I'm gonna try real hard
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To get over you
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Here in the city, life it don¡¯t move so slow
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There's plenty of good people I know
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Up in north beach they drink spicy Italian liqueur...
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Down on market there's a lot of hobos and hustlers...
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Down in Hayes Valley, there's a lot of real good restaurants
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Deep in the tenderloin, you can have anything you want
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Over in the mission it's always a sunny day
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There¡¯s a real good baseball town but my team is across the bay
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Go, if you want to go
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But I won't follow,
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Just so you know
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Leave, if you want to leave
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But I won't be here
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When you come home
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When you come home¡¦¡¦
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San Francisco
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| Brett Dennen |
