Chip Queue Light
Style: Indie folk

[Verse 1]
Neon buzzing over the queue
Yellow wrapper stuck to your shoe
You're laughing at nothing at all
And somehow I'm laughing too

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing here is special or new
Just a queue, a light, and you
But my chest won't settle down

[Chorus]
Freda, you turn the ordinary gold
This whole street feels like it's ours to hold
Freda, say my name again
I never get tired, never get old

[Verse 2]
You split the chips before I ask
Hand them over like it's no task
Grease on your fingers, salt on your sleeve
I could stand here and never move on

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing here is special or new
Just a queue, a light, and you
But my chest won't settle down

[Chorus]
Freda, you turn the ordinary gold
This whole street feels like it's ours to hold
Freda, say my name again
I never get tired, never get old

[Bridge]
Doesn't matter how the years unfold
Doesn't matter if it's new or old
You could hand me nothing at all
And still I'd call it gold

[Chorus]
Freda, you turn the ordinary gold
This whole street feels like it's ours to hold
Freda, say my name again
I never get tired, never get old

[Outro]
That wrapper's probably long gone now
But you're still the light I follow

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