Four thousand people with flowers in their hair Walking around, just feeling the air People who looking for a new world Can't understand that it's here Can you imagine a world without love? No distant star or sky up above, No one to hold when the night becomes cold, No one with whom to grow old People just moving to sight and sound After this life, they're eternity-bound You must believe, or you will find You will be left far behind San Francisco is losing it's hate, And all the love flows out through the Golden Gate Into the ocean that flows 'round the world, Hoping it's never too late Love is like a flying bird Love is like a bird Love is like a bird Love is like a bird It must be allowed to flow free And fly away It must be allowed to fly free Never put your love in a cage or it will die
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