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Yes, I want to go back to San Francisco A place where my Skeletons wont tag along. Tirelessly wondering I've been up for days Again with these wine stained cracked lips My spirit is driven by caffeine Here I am again in mindless wondering I attempt to grasp on to a miracle My hopeless romanticized vision of romance pathetically lingers Back here in San Francisco A place where I feel like I belong Back here in San Francisco This time my skeletons tagged along
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
San Francisco
Yes, I want to go back to San Francisco A place where my Skeletons wont tag along. Tirelessly wondering I've been up for days Again with these wine stained cracked lips My spirit is driven by caffeine Here I am again in mindless wondering I attempt to grasp on to a miracle My hopeless romanticized vision of romance pathetically lingers Back here in San Francisco A place where I feel like I belong Back here in San Francisco This time my skeletons tagged along
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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