going past golden gate
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elementary everyday
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kids down colorful hill
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recess and fire drill
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she likes the side without the heat
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where the sun don't beat
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she likes the cooler side
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of washington street
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hummingbirds, pigeons and doves
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hover rooftops above
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light shine down into the tides
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over hillsides
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see where the bridge and mountian meet
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at the mouth of the sea
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and where the sailboats live a day
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and turn away
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with the purple evening
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losing our loving hold
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in the skies flourescent glow
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she takes her thoughts and cares
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into the moonlit alley stairs
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still in my hand i feel the sting
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the sound of bells ring
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and the memory of the face
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never washes away
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the current evening
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Priest Alley Song
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Red House Painters |