Animals: San Francisco Nights

SAN FRANCISCO NIGHTS
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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
They've got 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 is 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, they are cool
They do not raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too
And you
And everybody


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