.Thick fog grows in waves on the Golden Gate
I was checking my watch seven minutes in my shift
When I spot a black skirt on the rail
Straddling the bar like it's a quarter of rye
She's scared to jump but terrified to stay
Walked to her slow extend my hand with a smile and say.
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