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Look out over the silent city
Above the hurrying world
Go fly our flag on Telegraph Hill
Look out over the silent city
Above the worrying world
Go light our fire Telegraph Hill
Where the full moon hangs in the bluest of skies
Know all I need to know from the look in your eyes
You lift a heavy heart with your semaphore smile
Let's go up, let's stay for a while
On Telegraph Hill
Let's go up, escape for a while
On Telegraph Hill
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We awoke to the rhythm of the rain,
To the sound of the storm, the roar of the waves,
And the news that your ship wouldn't sail,
For one more day...
So I clung to the warmth of your skin,
We battened the hatches and huddled in,
At the will of a Westerly wind,
For one more Day...
I made the most of you
We took a little shelter in each others arms
Wrapped in the warmth of you
I made the most, the most of you
And they'd forecast for more of the same
But you'd never believe what the Weatherman says
So we climbed the stairs once again
And prayed for rain...
And I clung to the warmth of your skin,
We battened the hatches and huddled in,
At the will of a Westerly wind,
For one more Day...
I made the most of you
We took a little shelter in each others arms
Wrapped in the warmth of you
I made the most, the most of you
I made the most of you
We took a little shelter in each others arms
Wrapped in the warmth of you
I made the most, the most of you
I made the most of you
Precious little moments in each others arms
Loving every breath of you
I made the most, the most of you
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