I met a woman in San Francisco
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Who was lying in the street
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I walked on past her in a hurry
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I didn't want her at my feet
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Am I just numb or overloaded
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Or have I lost all sense of worth
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This lady beggin' for survival
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Doomed by a twist of fate from Earth
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I met this woman in San Francisco
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She only had one shoe
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Have we all gone crazy
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How can this happen
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Is there nothin' we can do
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I don't believe that for a fuckin' minute
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No system's coming to her rescue
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While she lay crying, I felt helpless
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Where are these cracks that she fell through
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The times we live in have less value
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Than Bob Dole's useless arm
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There are no fires burning brightly
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What's even worse, there's no alarm
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I met this lady in San Francisco
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She was dying at my feet
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People passed her like she was nothing
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Less than garbage in the street
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The times we live in must have value
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We can't all turn away
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'Cause that woman who had nothing
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Might be me or you some day
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Some day, some day
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Our Lady Of San Francisco
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| Cher |
