I left my heart in San Francisco with some club kids on a crowded street
somewhere
The sky was red and he said,
"would you like to come be a part of my North American Dream?"
I could try to chase life down, down the street and I'd find the separation
of fact and fiction
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I left my conscience somewhere with my rythym
I heard about it from the mouth of a man
He was hopping some trains and combing the land
Looking for a lover (kiss) planted in the east
Trying to run from the dreaded fist beast
And it lies, it lies in the picket fence call
It was my own paradise with my own private corridor
I'm tryin' a find a way
window
wanna
veins
trying
surrender
travel
street
remain
really
pollution
planted
peter
nothing
mouth
might
destiny
became
paradise
forever
crowded
corridor
combing
would
dreaded
strain
chemicals
attention
conscience
beast
dancing
youth
right
lethargy
chase
feign
could
american
alone
please
picket
angel
beauty
about
never
blink
devil
separation
looking
dirty
north
dream
again
evolve
faster
passing
fence
private
budge
fiction
fight
child
fighting
francisco
trains
impression
heard
heart
light
hopping
inspiration
somewhere
hello
chill
instead
lover
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