Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco(Keyboard chords)

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          We spent July in a Berkeley basement, 
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          Half read books, and bold declarations. 
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          There was so much I didn't believe in 
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          And then, there was you. 
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          You made me brave, you made me stupid 
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          Gave me this skin, that I could move in. 
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          We're gonna leave them where they stand 
   
          Leave them where they  

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          Love, no one cares  
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          About the stories they're not in. 
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          We'll fade out to whispers, 
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          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco. 

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        The kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles. 
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        The J-Church rolls and rattles our windows. 
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        There's no nostalgia here; it's just now, baby, now. 
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        I was a fire that you started 
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        For once, I knew everything that I wanted. 
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        We're gonna leave them where they stand, 

        Leave them where they  

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          Love, no one cares  
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          About the stories they're not in. 
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          We'll fade out to whispers, 
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          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco, 
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          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco. 

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          Love, no one cares  
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          About the stories they're not in. 
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          We'll fade out to whispers, 
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          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco, 
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          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.