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We're still waiting out here for you |
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we're still waiting come back soon |
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you said that you'd make things better |
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but we're still waiting in the queue |
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The queue of Mr You [x2] |
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Mr You in your pinstripe suit |
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with your hair slicked back from an oil pack |
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and your handkerchief in your pocket shaded blue |
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my friends put their faith in you |
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so you took their minds and then turned the screw |
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and now I see them queuing in the queue |
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The queue of Mr You [x2] |
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Mr You you're looking flash with you're highlife strapped upon your back |
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and your 52 week holiday per year |
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champagne corks pop in your ear |
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the only sound that you choose to hear |
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mute the voices of the people in the queue |
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The queue of Mr You [x2] |
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we're still waiting out here for you |
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we're still waiting in the queue |
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People are talking |
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they're starting to walk away |
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better start watching, coz people are leaving |
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The queue of Mr You [x2] |
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we're still here, waiting out here for you |
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we're still waiting, come back soon |
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you said that you'd make things better |
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but we're still waiting in the queue |
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The queue of Mr You [x2] |
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you said that you'd make things better [fade out] |
