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• Artiste: Ten Mile Tide
• Titre: San Francisco
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Leaving again...and she don't know why. Packs up her things, when her road gets just a little too straight Strips her room and she says goodbye To the ones that stick around and sit and laugh and cry and talk about the life that knows her Never a fool but she feels like one And she holds...my hand. (Chorus) She's runnning to San Francisco Leaving the walls behind. Arms wrapped around her shoulders, Tumbling through tired. She's running to the city Getting out of this old place Looking though the rusted window, Fall into space. The only people she'll know are the ones she'll meet tomorrow The closest friends are sitting stranded at the little run-in diner Where she used to work. But they wonder if their tears are really about her or if they're thinking about themselves And they catch her thoughts on right up high And the minutes...roll by. (Chorus) Running to...a tall glass cut building Running to...a bed nice and warm Running to...a black picket fence now Running to...A life ripped and torn Running to...A cramped old apartment Running to a life not like it seems... A couple months have passed and she was sitting on the front step A local man came by and told her bout some problems that he's got He's lost his job and his rent ran dry She said, hey man just get up and change some things about the way that you are And he sits on right down next to her And she holds...his hand