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The Byrds - Gunga Din Şarkı Sözleri
i´m writing this here letter from aboard a dc8 heading into angel town, i hope it´s not too late it rained in new york city mister rock ´n´ roll couldn´t stay the crowd was mad and we were had chasing the sun back to l.a. have breakfest with me mamma i hope they´ll let us in got a leather jacket on i know that it´s a sin gunga din sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick spend your life on a dc8, never get to bed settle down (settle down) now we´re over kansas, where the clouds are floating by the whole wide world looks back at me just like a mushroom pie i wonder why have breakfest with me mamma i hope they´ll let us in got a leather jacket on i know that it´s a sin gunga din |
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