I left my heart in San Francisco,
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High on a hill, it calls to me,
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To be where little cable cars,
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Climb halfway to the stars,
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The morning fog may chill the air,
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I don’t care!
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My heart waits there, in San Francisco,
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Above the blue and windy sea.
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When I come home to you, San Francisco,
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Your golden sun will shine for me
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( I Left My Heart ) In San Francisco
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| Perry Como |
