Everyone that should has got their dark glasses on 

But it's not as warm as I expected 

I've paraded your photo through San Mateo

Dreamin' '86 was resurrected



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And some thought they'd seen you, sister Shirley 

I swear I saw you meeting them

With better clothes and a different smile 

Where on Earth should I begin



Northern California's got that brochure appeal 

But where's the wine that you poeticized 

Nineteen and pregnant and hatin' the means 

You responded to your thought dream cries



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Sun affirms the Bayshore Freeway, the moon burns bright in Burlingame

Two weeks straight our Daily Bread's conclusions turn the same 

Face me if and when I face you, black and white, how we embrace you 



We love you and we hate you



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What's your name now, sister Shirley

Did you run to better ground