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Now that San Francisco's gone,
I guess I'll just pack it in.
Wanna wash away my sins,
In the presence of my friends.
You and I we head back East,
To find a town where we can live.
Even in the half light,
We can see that something's gotta give.
When we watched the markets crash,
The promises we made were torn
Then my parents sent for me,
From out West where I was born.
