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 Something like Tobacco Road 
Living on a lonely road 
I will pull you out of there 
We will go to Finchley Fair 
 
I will buy a feather hat 
I will steal a cricket bat 
Smash some windows, make a noise 
We will run with dirty boys 
 
When the sun goes down 
When the sun goes down and the die is cast 
When the die is cast and you have no choice 
We will run with dirty boys 
 
We all want men we all want you 
Me and the Boys we all go through 
You've got to learn to hold your tongue 
They said the moon was his burning son 
 
When the sun goes down 
When the sun goes down and the die is cast 
When the die is cast and you have no choice 
We will run with dirty boys 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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