Go to work and take your calls
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Hang the fruits
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of your labour on the walls
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Such precision and care
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What does it matter
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if there's no one here to share
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Flowers in the garden
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blue wine
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the "Waiting for Godot"
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and so much modern time?
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All I want
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is what you want
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I'm always waiting
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for a red letter day
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The years perfecting a stance
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of measured cool
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fade into insignificance
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The moment one starts to understand
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What on earth
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does it profit a man?
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All I want
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is what you want
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I'm always waiting
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for a red letter day
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For something special
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somehow new
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someone saying 'I love you'
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Baby, I'm waiting
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for that red letter day
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You can sneer
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or disappear behind a veneer
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of self-control
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But for all of those who don't fit in
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who follow their instincts
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and are told they sin
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this is a prayer for
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a different way
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All I want
|
is what you want
|
I'm always waiting
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for a red letter day
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Like Christmas morning
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when you're a kid
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Admit you love me
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and you always did
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Baby I'm waiting
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for that red letter day
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I'm always waiting,
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I'm always waiting, waiting
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For something special
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somehow new
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someone saying 'I love you'
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Baby, I'm hoping
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for that red letter day
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Today
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RED LETTER DAY
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| Pet Shop Boys |
