I used to reside in the palace of Hyde,

not too far from Nob Hill,

they kicked me out in mid-July,

but I know I'm not ill.

I know I'm down and we all came to be,

I've grown attached, very naturally,

I'll get better, I'll get it together.

I won't just be another hopeless tree

waiting to die under Lombard Street.

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