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Shotgun

George Ezra

Home grown alligator, see you later Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road The sun and change in the atmosphere, Architecture unfamiliar, I could get used to this Time flies by in the yellow and green, stick around and you’ll see what I mean. There’s a mountain top, that I’m dreaming of, If you need me, you know where I’ll be. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. The south of the equator, navigator, Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road. Deep-sea diving round the clock(?) Bikini bottoms, lager tops I could get used to this Time flies by in the yellow and green, stick around and you’ll see what I mean. There’s a mountain top, that I’m dreaming of, If you need me, you know where I’ll be. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. We got two in the front, two in the back, Sailing along and we don’t look back. Time flies by in the yellow and green, stick around and you’ll see what I mean. There’s a mountain top, that I’m dreaming of, If you need me, you know where I’ll be. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone. I’ll be riding shotgun, Underneath the hot sun, Feeling like a someone, a someone,a someone, a someone.
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