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Aqualung

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Jethro Tull » Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench --
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end --
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
The army's up the rode
Salvation

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Jethro Tull - Aqualung

Jethro Tull » I albam

Wind Up
Aqualung
Slipstream
My God
Hymn 43
Up To Me
Mother Goose
Cross-eyed Mary
Locomotive Breath
Wond'ring Aloud
Cheap Day Return

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