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Come to my window Oh, crawl inside Wait by the light of the moon Come to my window I'll be home soon I'll be home I'll be home I'm coming home

Each game in an NFL season is its own limited entity of 17. I get that each is ultimately important. But you Lose one early in the season and the doomsayers come out. Josh Allen had 1 bad game this year. Hence we lose a divisional game against a rival and some on this board fold like a cheap suit I dont see anything different for this game tomorrow. I do think they can win . Weakfins fans smack is par for the course, Consider the source! hahahaa I am SO GLAD that players don't bother reading fan boards. LETS GO BUFFALO Of course I want to squish the fish. BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUPS. Play One game at a time and hope for the best. The rest is so much undue unnecessary drama. the loser mentality oh woe is me after tough games is brutal to read.

Only you know and I know All the love we've got to show, So don't refuse to believe it By reading too many meanings. 'Cause you know that I mean what I say, So don't go and take me the wrong way. You know you can't go on getting your own way, 'Cause if you do, it's going to get you someday.

Bills 30 Miami 24

Fish fans are hungry to beat us at home in WNY. Their hopes of glory and jealousy blind them and hence silly smack talk posts ensue. The Bills are overrated they say. That's weak hombre , back that up. sooo LAME I remember that september debacle in Miami in the heat. I want payback Weather won't decide this game tomorrow . I will take our 12th man in bringing oppressive NOISE to the stadium though GO BILLS

I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour That's when my love come tumbling down I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour When there's no one else around I'm gonna take you, girl, and hold you And do all things I told you, in the midnight hour

You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger

Monday morning you sure look fine Friday I got travelin' on my mind First you love me and then you fade away I can't go on believin' this way

There is a house way down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one

'Cause, 'cause, 'cause I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown Oba, observing the hypocrites, yeah Mingle with the good people we meet, yeah Good friends we have had, oh good friends we've lost along the way, yeah In this bright future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say, yeah No woman, no cry No woman, no cry, eh, yeah Little darling don't shed no tears No woman, no cry

All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too Well, uh, outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl, hey