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| Angels Their Finest Hour Waiting For The World (Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Barefooted could've beens, playing snakes and ladders climbing up the gravel walk welcome them inside and you watch their words collide as they try to talk show them the doors to the cold star chamber they say "after you" then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind held by a thumbscrew That's you, yeah you, ah that's you waiting for the world to come to you Spare me the dose of your reneoed wisdom that you think is new `cos good all fate's making monkeys out of small time flunkies like you That's you, yeah you, ah that's you waiting for the world, waiting for the world to come to you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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