Truth Is The Freshest Fruit
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Golden gates, San Francisco
Let your yellow hair down
Can I climb your string?
At your feet lay my gun
'Cause I can't shake the morning
Come one way or another
Come into my room like a mother
In the morning
Don't let the shell come between us
Truth is the freshest fruit
Star gazer
What are you going to do?
Born at the end of the year
Born at the end of the year
Born at the end of the year
Born at the end of the year
Can anybody hear me? I speak clearly
You don't need to crowd in near to hear me
Don't let the shell come between us
Truth is the freshest fruit
Star gazer
What are you going to do?