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Magritte lyrics
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is just another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
Part of these releases
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- Track 1 on Thinking Out Loud
- 2 Bondi Beach
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- Track 10 on Best of Frank Gambale: The Smooth Jazz Side
- 9 Obrigado Fukuoka
- 11 Tardis
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- Track 1 on Absolutely Live-In Poland
- 2 Felicidad
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