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This following program is dedicated to the city and people of
San Franciscan, who may not know it but they are beautiful and sois their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewercannot understand it particularly those of you who are Europeanresidents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to
San Franciscan U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, itwill be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for thesake of your own peace of mind.
Strobe lights beam create dreamswalls move minds do tooon a warm San Franciscan nightold child young child feel alrighton a warm San Franciscan nightangels sing leather wingsjeans of blue Harley Davisons tooon a warm San Franciscan nightold angels young angels feel alrighton a warm San Franciscan night.I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die therethere's no place left to go, San Franciscan.
Cop's face is filled with hateheavens above he's on a street called lovewhen will they even learnold cop young cop feel alrighton a warm San Franciscan nightthe children are coolthey don't raise foolsit's an american dreamincludes indians too.
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