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Sitting on a park bench
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run. aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck. aqualung
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dogend
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deepseadiver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

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Soft karaoke
Words
Distortion Guitar
Accoustic Guitar
Hammond Organ
Fretless Bass
Drums
Distortion Guitar 2
Bright Acc. Piano
Vocal - Calliope
" Aqualung "
by Jethro Tull
Words and music
by Ian Anderson
Sequenced by
LowCPM   ( c : =