first time i saw it half asleep and broken hearted
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they strapped half stacks to roof racks and drove to the parties
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nothing like home with the cold summer nights
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they played songs for the girls and they drank til daylight
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sunk my heart at the bottom of the bay
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gonna wash up on the black rocks one day
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like unlucky sailors just swept out to sea
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i think all the girls i've loved walked through your streets
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but the waves and the fog always took 'em from me
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the oakland apartments with the bars underneath 'em
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the girlfriends and sweethearts and the bay in between 'em
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i buried my heart at the bottom of the hill
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if the girlfriends don't get you the sweethearts sure will
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only nineteen, so easy to forget
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do you wake up every morning and thank god for those legs
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north to santa rosa and south to santa cruz
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the humboldt house, the boardwalk, and the homemade tattoos
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San Francisco
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