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Versuri Trynna finda way
- Neeland

I left my heart in San Francisco with some club kids on a crowded street
The sky was red and he said,
"would you like to come be a part of my North American Dream? "
I could try to chase life down, down the street and I'd find the separation
of fact and fiction