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