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San Franciscan Nights - Harpo
Strobe lights beam
Creates dreams
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
Jens of blue Harley Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan nights
Young angel old 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
A cop's face is filled with hate
Heavens above he's on a street called love
When will they ever learn
Young cop old cop feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
'Cause there's no place left to go
San Francisco
Young child old child feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Young angel old angel feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night