I hear this beautiful song and I'm seven again, stood in the middle of the cornfield in the hot morning sunshine, looking back at my house and thinking it was a long way away. In the depths of rural LIncolnshire, I had no idea where or what Monterey was back then. Handclaps on pop records are always a good thing to my mind.
I hear this beautiful song and I'm seven again, stood in the middle of the cornfield in the hot morning sunshine, looking back at my house and thinking it was a long way away. In the depths of rural LIncolnshire, I had no idea where or what Monterey was back then. Handclaps on pop records are always a good thing to my mind.
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