Wond’ring aloud How we feel today Last night sipped the sunset My hand in her hair We are our own saviours As we start both our hearts beating...
Category - Jethro Tull
Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey Aqualung Drying in...
Part 1 Really don’t mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can’t make you...
She said she was a dancer. If I believed it, it was my busines She surely knew a thing or two about control. Next to the bar we hit the samovar. She...
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire laid by the father for the son. Good shelter down there on the valley floor, down by where the sweet...
I think she was a middle-distance runner… (the translation wasn’t clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a...
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