Michael

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I never could believe in God But always willing to give it a shot
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If there is such a thing as magic human souls, well, then
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Mine looks a lot like Michael, yes, my soul looks a lot like Michael
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    Manhattan baby, drop-out, drug abuse
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Naively feel I've walked around in his shoes
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He looks so thirsty when my heart is full
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So, I pour every drop out to Michael, Yes, I pour out my soul to Michael

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Oh, San Francisco savior, do you remember me?
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In a backseat on a golden bridge kissing
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   Let's forget about the tears I've cried and let's hold on to that first night

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   Under the table he took my hand, We sat across from the Green Day band
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All of those boys, but I could only see his face, think how
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Me and Michael, we are just the same, Yes, me and Michael we are just the same
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I might've had a boy, and he a girlfriend
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But on nights like those nights, rules always bend
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I'd give up anything to feel understood, I'd give up anything to feel understood
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I'd give up anything to feel understood I'd give up and run away if Michael would

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Oh, San Francisco savior, Do you remember me?
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Oh, San Francisco savior, Berkeley's been breathing
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Oh, San Francisco savior, Please remember me
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In a backseat on a golden bridge Kissing
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  Let's forget about the tears I've cried and let's hold on to that first night

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