Testi:
Jethro Tull Living With The Past

Along the coast road, by the headland the early lights of winter glow. I'll pour a cup to you my darling. Raise it up - say Cheerio.

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Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He sits quietly under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from

they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close out eyes; outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past

hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal

away. And I'm thinking that it's just another day: just another day. Feel that hot rush start its tickle. Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle with

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

On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the

In the morning - gonna get my things together. Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face