Intro: C F C F
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We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
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Half read books, and bold declarations.
Am
There was so much I didn't believe in
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And then, there was you.
C
You made me brave, you made me stupid
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Gave me this skin, that I could move in.
Am F
We're gonna leave them where they stand
Leave them where they
C G
Love, no one cares
Am F
About the stories they're not in.
C F
We'll fade out to whispers,
Am F
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
C F
C
The kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles.
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The J-Church rolls and rattles our windows.
Am F
There's no nostalgia here; it's just now, baby, now.
C
I was a fire that you started
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For once, I knew everything that I wanted.
Am F
We're gonna leave them where they stand,
Leave them where they
C G
Love, no one cares
Am F
About the stories they're not in.
C F
We'll fade out to whispers,
Am F C G
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco,
Am F
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
C G
Love, no one cares
Am F
About the stories they're not in.
C F
We'll fade out to whispers,
Am F C G
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco,
Am F
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco. 