Cinncinati Bengals...and the people, there always so nice to us englishmen, dunno why, we used to be their tyrants
Cinncinati Bengals...and the people, there always so nice to us englishmen, dunno why, we used to be their tyrants
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb...
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