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[ti:gunga din] |
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[ar:the byrds] |
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[al:mojo presents... the byrds] |
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[offset:-100] |
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I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8 |
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Heading into Angel Town, I hope it's not too late |
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It rained in New York City |
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Mister Rock 'n' Roll couldn't stay |
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The crowd was mad and we were had |
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Chasing the sun back to L.A. |
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Have breakfast with me mamma |
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I hope they'll let us in |
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Got a leather jacket on |
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I know that it's a sin |
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Gunga Din |
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Sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick |
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Spend your life on a DC8, never get to bed |
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Settle down (settle down) |
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Now we're over Kansas, where the clouds are floating by |
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The whole wide world looks back at me |
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Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why |
