Fake Tales of San Francisco
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Echo through the room
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More point to a wedding disco
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Without a bride or groom
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There's a super cool band yeah
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With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
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And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
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Practicing their lines
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I don't want to hear you
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(Kick me out, kick me out)
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I don't want to hear you no
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(Kick me out, kick me out)
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Fake Tales of San Francisco
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Echo through the air
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And there's a few bored faces in the back
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All wishing they weren't there
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And as the microphone squeaks
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A young girl's telephone beeps
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Yeah she's dashing for the exit
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she's running to the streets outside
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"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
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"The band weren¡¯t very good
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And I'm not having a nice time¡±
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Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
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So all that's left
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Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
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He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
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I don't quite know the distance
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But I'm sure that's far
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I'm sure that's pretty far
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I'd love to tell you all my problem
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You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
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So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
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Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
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Fake Tales Of San Francisco
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