There's nothin' like the feeling of the plane flight homeward;
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The way my stomach dips when the landing gears lowered;
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Because no matter how many miles that I wander;
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The bay bridge curves like a smile on the water;
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I'm like, what up missy?
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Tell me you were missin' me;
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With this pretty city skyline lit up like a Christmas tree;
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The buildings shimmering like pinky rings from Tiffany's;
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Every time I witness it I have a damn epiphany;
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That this is me! This is where I've got the richest history;
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Stacked with six or seven memories on every single street;
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I never missed a beat;
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I'm soaked in city pride;
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And me oh my, this foggy sky got me misty eyed;
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There might be other cities half as raw as ours;
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(Just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
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Out in some distant galaxy among the stars;
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(But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)
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We don't play tiny violins over minor things;
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We slide into the ring takin' Tyson swings;
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Because this city will defend our fuckin' pride
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And raise each other up like Simba in the Lion King;
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We're not shy;
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I ain't no coy coward;
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I'll be doin' trust falls offa Coit tower;
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My boys on the ground floor providin' man power;
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But if I die now, mix me into clam chowder;
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Put me in a bread bowl, feed me to the seagulls;
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But not the freakin' tourists;
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I'm sure they're peachy people;
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I guess I'm just a purist;
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It isn't oil, but there's somethin' in the water
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And it's got me feelin' diesel;
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There might be other cities half as raw as ours;
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(Just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)
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Out in some distant galaxy among the stars;
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(But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)
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[Outro: Bobby "Blue" Bland]
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Ain't no love, in the heart of the city;
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Ain't no love, in the heart of town;
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Ain't no love, in the heart of the city;
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Ain't no love, in the heart of town;
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Ain't no love.
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Other Cities
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