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Strobe light beam, creates dreams |
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Walls move, minds do too |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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Old child , young child |
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Feel all right |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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Angels sing, leather wings |
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Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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Old angel, young angel |
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Feel all right |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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I wasn't born there |
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Perhaps I'll die there |
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There's no place left to go |
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San Francisco |
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Cops face is filled with hate |
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Heavens above |
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He's on a street called "Love" |
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When will they ever learn? |
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Old cop, young cop |
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Feel all right |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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The children are cool |
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They don't raise fools |
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It's an American dream |
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Includes Indians too |
