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Jethro Tull Living In The Past

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She's really turned on by the television and vice versa Here's a song called, and it still can be described Yes, right, rearranged though nevertheless

Oh, Father high in heaven Smile down upon your son, hey, hey Who's busy with his money games, oh His women and his gun Lord Jesus save me And the unsung

to know That is not what you need on the inside To make the time go Counting lambs, counting sheep We will fall into sleep And we awake to a new day of living

When you're falling awake And you take stock of the new day And you hear your voice croak As you choke on what you need to say Well, don't you fret, don

Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah I know

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing Ooh, my, my, my Ooh, my, my, my

There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea, And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be, When the eve-bitten apple returned

I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke below To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand