| Good morning, Mister Blue
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| We’ve got our eyes on you
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| The evidence is clear, that you’ve been scheming
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| You like to steal away
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| And while away the day
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| You’d like to spend an hour dreaming
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| What will it take, to whip you into line
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| A broken heart
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| A broken head
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| It can be arranged
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| It can be arranged
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| Step softly, Mister Blue
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| We know what’s best for you
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| We know where your precious dreams will take you
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| You’ve got a slot to fill
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| And fill that slot you will
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| You’ll learn to love it, or we’ll break you
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| What will it take, to whip you into line
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| A broken heart
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| A broken head
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| It can be arranged
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| It can be arranged
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| Be careful, Mister Blue
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| This phase you’re going through
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| Can lead you nowhere else but to disaster
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| Excuse us while we grin
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| You’ve worn our patience thin
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| It’s time to show you who’s your master
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| Don’t worry, Mister Blue
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| We’ll take good care of you
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| Just think of it as sense and not surrender
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| But never think again
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| That you can think again
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| Or you’ll get something you’ll remember
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| What will it take, to whip you into line
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| A broken heart
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| A broken head
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| It can be arranged
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| It can be arranged |