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Nowhere to Be in a Hurry

People walk by and see me waitingAnd they act like I look mighty strangePoint and laugh at me waiting, waitingLike I’m out of my mind or derangedBut I’m just waiting, waiting, waitingWaiting for the stop sign to change.

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