paroles de chanson Waiting For The World - Live - The Angels

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Barefooted could've-beens, playing snakes and ladders, climbing up the gravel walk
You welcome them inside, then you watch their words collide when they try to talk
Show them the door to the cold star chamber, they say, "After you"
And then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind, held by a thumbscrew

That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world to come to you

Spare me the dose of the Roneoed wisdom that you think is so new
'Cause good all faith's making monkeys out of small-time flunkies like you

That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world
Waiting for the world to come to you

Show them the door to the cold star chamber, they say, "After you"
And then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind, held by a thumbscrew
Spare me the dose of the Roneoed wisdom that you think is so new
'Cause good old faith's making monkeys out of small-time flunkies like you

That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world (to come to you)

Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world
Waiting for the world
Waiting, waiting
Waiting for the world to come to you

Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you