[ti:Aqualong]
[ar:Jethro Tull]
[al:]

[la:uk]
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[05:19][00:08]Sitting on a park bench
[05:23][00:12]eyeing up little girls
[05:24][00:14]with bad intent.
[05:33][00:22]Snot running down his nose
[00:25][05:37]greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
[05:42][00:31]Hey, Aqualong
[05:46][00:36]Drying in the cold sun
[05:50][00:39]Watching as the frilly panties run.
[05:55][00:45]Hey, Aqualong
[05:59][00:49]Feeling like a dead duck
[06:04][00:53]spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
[06:23][06:09][00:58]Wow, Aqualong
[02:37][01:03]Sun streaking cold
[02:40][01:06]an old man wandering lonely.
[02:42][01:11]Taking time
[02:44][01:12]the only way he knows.
[02:48][01:20]Leg hurting bad,
[02:50][01:22]as he bends to pick a dog end
[02:53][01:26]goes down to a bog to
[02:55][01:30]warm his feet.
[03:02][01:39]Feeling alone
[03:03][01:42]the army's up the rode
[03:06][01:46]salvation a la mode and
[03:08][01:49]a cup of tea.
[04:51][03:12][01:55]Aqualung my friend
[04:54][03:14][01:58]don't you start away uneasy
[04:58][03:17][02:02]you poor old sod
[05:01][03:18][02:04]you see it's only me.
[02:14]Do you still remember
[02:16]December's foggy freeze
[02:19]when the ice that
[02:20]clings on to your beard is
[02:22]screaming agony.
[02:24]And you snatch your rattling last breaths
[02:27]with deep-sea diver sounds,
[02:29]and the flowers bloom like
[02:31]madness in the spring.