I need someone to love me
I need somebody to carry me
Home to San Francisco
I need someone to lend me a fifty dollar bill
I'll go home to San Francisco
And happiness once again
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
I believe that love could be just simple true and harmony
Happiness for day and night no one wrong or right
But the way you held me close and called my name
And the pain I'm feeling now tells me love is not a game
Love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
As I walk on through the garden, I am hoping I don’t miss you
If all the things you taste ain’t what they seem,
Then don’t mind me ‘cos I ain’t nothin’ but a dream.
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