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The Animals |
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Miscellaneous |
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San Francisco Nights |
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This following program is dedicated to the city and people of |
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San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so |
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is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer |
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cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European |
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residents save up all your bread and fly trans love airways to |
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San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it |
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will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the |
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sake of your own peace of mind. |
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Strobe lights beam create dreams |
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walls move minds to do |
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on a warm San Francisco night |
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old child young child feel alright |
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on a warm San Francisco night |
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angels sing leather wings |
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jeans of blue Harley Davisons too |
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on a warm San Francisco night |
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old angels young angels feel alright |
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on a warm San Francisco night. |
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I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there |
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there's no place left to go, San Francisco. |
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Cop's face is filled with hate |
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heavens above he's on a street called love |
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when will they even learn |
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old cop young cop feel alright |
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on a warm San Francisco 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 |
