| 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 brand 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 do too
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| on a warm San Franciscan night
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| old child young child feel alright
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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 Davidsons too
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| on a warm San Franciscan night
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| old angels young angels feel alright
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| on a warm San Franciscan 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 Franciscan.
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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 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. |