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If nothing else, I'm feeling zen It seems the world is gone to shit again So pack your bags, we're leaving soon I heard they're selling flights to the pink moon You say your feet are cold, I guess we need to go Somewhere warm on the West Coast You look at me with that familiar face You turn around and then you say "I think that we should move to San Francisco That's where the happy people go" You say you wanna go to San Francisco But I, I just don't know You say you wanna move to San Francisco That's where the pretty people go You say you wanna go to San Francisco But I, I just don't know I just don't know I took advice and then I took a trip You said you were born to run, but then I slipped I guess I'm not the boss, oh, no one is So don't be cynical as you purse your lips You look at me and then you say Letras de canciones"This Monday feels like a Saturday" So we lie in bed, yeah, we lie awake And as you turn away You say you wanna move to San Francisco That's where the happy people go You say you wanna go to San Francisco But I, I just don't know I just don't know Why won't it be like this For another dozen years? We could live so free Why won't it be like this For another dozen years? We could live so free You say you wanna move to San Francisco That's where the happy people go You say you wanna move to San Francisco But I, I just don't know I just don't know I just don't know I just don't know I just don't know, know, know Why won't it be like this For another dozen years? We could live so free From Letras Mania