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TelegRalph Road - text

Lady with your dogs,
Sitting in a doorway,
On Telegraph Road.

What have you seen?
What happend to you?
The hurt leaves you this way.

You find yourself in Berkley,
The Golden Gate Bridge extends before your feet.
And it's a complicated place with hills,
And water and bridges too, but nowhere for you.

And I guess that San Francisco's a lonely city,
And you lost your life somewhere,
Maybe on Broadway,
Maybe some other street.

And I guess that San Francisco's a lonely city,
And you lost your life somewhere,
Maybe on Broadway,
Maybe some other street.

Maybe it's not this city,
That made you look this way.
Could have been Chicago,
Perhaps L.A., L.A., L.A..
That left you sitting there.

Tell me, lady,
What's your history?
There must be some roses and strange mysteries,
That bring you to this doorway,
Oh oh, with only a dogs for company.

And I guess that San Francisco's a lonely city,
And you lost your life somewhere,
Maybe on Broadway,
Maybe some other street.

And I guess that San Francisco's a lonely city,
And you lost your life somewhere,
Maybe on Broadway,
Maybe some other street.

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