Lost on the freeway Well, This must be LA
Tired and lonely With no real place to stay
Is this the future And where I wanna be?
Last night it hit me When I had this crazy dream
* Of waking up In your house On a san Francisco Street
We tune out all the nasty weather And it's all in front of you and me
You were intriguing Just looking at a magazine
like when I first saw you Back in two-oo thousand and three
And then you walked over said: 'you don't have to be alone.'
I don't have a crystal ball... there's no way I could have known (id be)
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