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If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear Some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet Some gentle people there For those who come to San Francisco Summer time will be a lovin' there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair All across the nation Such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation With a new explanation People in motion People in motion For those who come to San Francisco Be sure to wear Some flowers in your hair If you come to San Francisco Summer time will be a lovin' there If you come to San Francisco Summer time will be a lovin' there |
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| 3:32 | 
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| 2:48 |
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| 2:43 |
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| 5. |
| 2:24 |
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| 3:18 |
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Every time I see you It's just because you're blue You don't really need me The way that I need you Don't come on so groovy You do better mean You're like an old time movie One that I already seen Baby, yes I need your love But I'm not gonna get this low Don't you think that I can tell When you've no place else to go Could it be you misunderstood When you tried to read my mind Cause this time you will find I'm gonna let you go Every time I see you You're like an old time movie Baby, yes I need your love But I'm not gonna get this low Don't you think that I can tell When you've got no place else to go Could it be you understood When you tried to read my mind Cause this time you will find I'm gonna let you go Every time I see you |
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| 2:52 |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 |
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| 9. |
| 3:19 |
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I used to live in new york city
Every thing there was dark and dirty Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said 12:30 Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the morning I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I cant keep myself from talking. At first so strange to feel so friendly To say good morning and really mean it To feel these changes happening in me But not to notice till I feel it. Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the morning I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I cant keep myself from talking. Cloudy waters cast no reflection Images of beauty lie there stagnant Vibrations bounce in no direction And lie there shattered into fragments. Young girls are coming to the canyon And in the morning I can see them walking I can no longer keep my blinds drawn And I cant keep myself from talking. |
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| 10. |
| 3:29 |
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Rooms that we have lived in,
The things that they have seen; Rooms that you shared with me, And the rooms in between... When you're gone, there's a drought of love. Mornings we would wake up Just to taste our love again, Afraid of some break-up Before the day could end. When you're gone, there's a drought of love; Empty rooms without your love. Why can't we seem to get it on? (Why can't we seem to get it on) Words remain unspoken (words...); Thoughts cannot be heard (Thoughts...cannot be heard). Love's just a token Without some spoken word. When your gone, there's a drought of love. When you're gone, there's a drought of love; Empty rooms without your love. Why can't we seem to get it on? (Why can't we seem to get it on) Rooms that you will live in Not a part of me. (They'll never see...) Rooms that you'll make love in; Rooms I've never seen. When you're gone, there's a drought of love... When you're gone, there's a drought of love... |
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| 2:19 |
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