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Mo's spaceJanuary 10 San Franciscan nightsStrobe lights beam create dreams walls move minds do too on a warm San Franciscan night old child young child feel alright on a warm San Franciscan night angels sing leather wings jeans of blue Harley Davisons too on a warm San Franciscan night old angels young angels feel alright on a warm San Franciscan night. I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there there's no place left to go, San Franciscan. Cop's face is filled with hate heavens above he's on a street called love when will they even learn old cop young cop feel alright 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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