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Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
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 the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa 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 dog-end He goes down to the bog And warms his feet Feeling alone The army’s up the road Salvation a 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 was Screaming agony (Hey!) And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea-diver sounds And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring 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 Oh oh oh oh oh Feeling alone The army’s up the road Salvation a la mode and A cup of tea Aqualung my friend Don’t you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it’s only me Oh oh oh oh oh Dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee Aqualung, my friend Don’t you start away uneasy You poor old sod You see it’s only me 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 the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa Aqualung
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