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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?