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Strobe lights 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 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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Jens of blue, Harley Davidsons too |
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On a warm San Franciscan nights |
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Young angel, old angel 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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A 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 ever learn? |
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Young cop, old cop 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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'Cos there's no place left to go |
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San Francisco |
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Young child, old child feel all right |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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Young angel, old angel feel all right |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
