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letra de g for go - cj run

[chorus]
my old man said follow the van and don’t dilly dally on the way, off went the car with me home packed in it
and i followed on with my old c-ck linnet
i dillied and dallied, dillied and dallied, dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, lost my way and didn’t know where to roam. but you can’t trust the specials like the old time coppers
when you can’t find your way home no, can’t find your way home no no

[verse 1]
in a world so cold they were 8 years old with heart of gold they were smart, too bold. head in the clouds and the books of old
they never cause trouble they don’t trouble n0body but
mum and dad failed every day to win the lottery
mum took up debauchery not enough to pay the fees
dad a thief lies and deceit were his cup tea
kids are gonna be whatever kids are gonna wanna be
sitting with the questions curiosity burns, no hesitation in formation round the corner we turn, g for go on a monday, cruising on a tuesday, wednesday we’re out of state
we’ve gotta go we’ve gotta go out, get away get away get away

[chorus]
my old man said follow the van and don’t dilly dally on the way, off went the car with my home packed in it and i followed on with my old c-ck linnet. i dillied and dallied, dillied and dallied, dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, lost my way and didn’t know where to roam. but you can’t trust the specials like the old time coppers when you can’t find your way home no, can’t find your way home no no

[verse 2]
rent was due a week, last months a month ago, maybe we can tie it all together when the summer goes, but the kid is happy with the promise at hand,they’re making friends again happiness without a bl–dy price tag
tell me could it really be too good to be true
recessions booming debts are looming with no freedom to move, holes sticking out the socks and the shoes so what do we do? gotta go gotta go gotta gotta move

[chorus]
my old man said follow the van and don’t dilly dally on the way, off went the car with me home packed in it and i followed on with me old c-ck linnet. i dillied and dallied, dillied and dallied, dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, lost my way and didn’t know where to roam. but you can’t trust the specials like the old time coppers when you can’t find your way home no, can’t find your way home no no

- cj run

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