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  • Текст песни Chumbawamba - 50. Forgotten



    Old, old limbs move slowly now
    Up and down stairs from bed to chair
    A balsa puppet struggles to remember
    Cheering crowds and famous victories
    That was a full life
    Now dim in a half-light
    Of newsreels and winner's shields
    Take care, move slowly now
    There are precious few
    Who still remember you