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We spent in a Berkeley basement,
read books, and bold declarations.
There was so much I believe in
And then, was you.
You me brave,
You made me
me this skin, that I could move in.
We're gonna leave them where they
Leave them they

Love, no one
the stories they're not in.
We'll out to whispers,
It's the last of summer in San Francisco.

The kitchens cold and the tea whistles.
The J Church and rattles our windows.
There's no nostalgia here it's now,
now.
I was a fire you started
For once I everything that I wanted.
We're gonna leave them where stand,
them where they

Love, no one
About the they're not in.
fade out to whispers,
It's the days of summer in San Francisco
It's the last of summer in San Francisco

Love, no one
the stories they're not in.
We'll out to whispers,
It's the last days of in San Francisco

Last days of in San Francisco.