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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay;
Bm7F#mBm7CdimE7
The glory that was Rome is of an - oth - er day;
FdimBm7A7F#m7
I've been terribly alone and for - got -ten in Man - hat - ten;
DBm7Bm7CdimE7
I'm going home to my city by the bay.
AFdimCdimA7CdimA7F#mBm Bm+7
I left my heart in San Francisco;
EBm7E7CdimA7FdimA7
High on a hill, it calls to me
E7Bm7A7Bm7A7CdimA7
To be where little cable cars
F#mC#mG#7
Climb halfway to the stars;
AB7E7
The morning fog may chill the air,
FdimE7
I don't care.
AFdimCdimA7CdimA7F#mBm Bm+7
My love waits there, in San Francisco,
Bm7D9E7Bm7E7Bm7F#7GdimF#7A - bove the blue and windy sea;
F7F#7Bm7FdimAA7F#m
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
F#m/EDD9E6E7/6 ACdimFdimA7
Your golden sun will shine on me
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