One Sunday morning.
In San Francisco
I drove across the Golden Gate
There I got the hope to carry on.
One Sunday morning.
In San Francisco
I drove across the Golden Gate
There I got the hope to move on.
What does it profit a man
If he gain the whole world
One Sunday morning.
In San Francisco
I drove across the Golden Gate
There I got the hope to carry on.
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