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A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead
Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes?
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say the road is clear, and street signs guide my way
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 a.d.?
What are you waiting for
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate
What are yoou waiting for
A certian shade of green?
Would a written invitation signed,’choose now or lose it all,’ sedate your
Hesitation?
Or inflame and make tou stall?
You’ve been raised in limitaion, but that glove never fit quite right
The time has come for hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight
What are you waiting for? a written invitation? a public declaration?
A private consolation?
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Lyrics: Incubus
