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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.
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San Francisco Nights
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The Animals |