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Said goodbye, San Francisco
Got to go, Arizona
Said whyd you leave me, Denver
I dont even have a chance
Guess Ohios got my number
Rhode Islands got my name
Snap, the wood makes you dance
The musics in its chamber
The door is locked and sealed
The weight is on your shoulders
The past is at your heel
Guess the plight is in your fancy
When you rip out though the door
The rest is how you feel
Were not gonna take it out to the farm, lest you leave
The rest is how you make it
Gentle as the sun come up in the mornin
As the moon goes out this evenin
Open the shade
The night times gone away
Youll have my love if you say
I dreamed a fellow took your arm
Led you to his ???
I woke up shattered in the night
Frozen feelings up on their way
A shaking hand in me today
I left the San Francisco Bay
I dreamed a dream that wasnt right