| You’re looking and listening and hoping
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| That things are changing for the better
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| You’re trying to see if what you’re teaching is the truth sir
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| You’re looking and listening and hoping
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| That things will change for better
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| Don’t want to preach or teach the blues to you now brother
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| I just left Victoria Gardens
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| And walked through cardboard city land
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| A burnt out star was asking
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| How would I like to shake his hand
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| I walked on in no hurry (hurry hurry hurry)
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| And wondered where did we go wrong?
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| We’re looking and listening and hoping
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| That things are changing for the better
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| Don’t want to preach or teach the blues to you now brother
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| I walked on in no hurry (hurry hurry hurry)
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| And wondered where did we go wrong?
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| Looking listening hoping that things are changing for the better
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| (Only time can tell)
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| It’s a bloody fine situation
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| That we find ourselves in
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| He said something I couldn’t mention (here)
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| And we laughed with him again
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| I walked on in no hurry (hurry hurry hurry)
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| And wondered where did we go wrong?
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| Looking listening hoping that things are changing for the better
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| And trying to see if what you’re teaching is the truth sir
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| She said it’s for the good of us all
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| (of us all, of us all, of us all)
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| Looking listening hoping that things are changing for the better
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| Don’t want to preach or teach the blues to you now brother
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| I’m not so sure
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| (sure, sure, sure)
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| And now it is early evening
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| I look across grey Leicester Square
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| A large and silent crowd were walking
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| Said they had every right to be there |