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Deadlines and meetings and contracts all breached D-days and structure, responsibility Have to's and need to's, and get to's by three Eleventh hours and upset employees. I wanna be naked, running through the streets I wanna invite this so-called chaos that you think I dare not be I wanna be weightless, flying through the air I wanna drop all these limitations, but the shoes upon my feet ??? Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers Compulsive yearnings, non-stop to please others. I wanna be naked, running through the streets I wanna invite this so-called chaos that you think I dare not be I wanna be weightless, flying through the air I wanna drop all these limitations but the shoes upon my feet ??? All won't be lost if I'm governed by my own innate-ness The stoplights won't work; I'll get home sound and safe regardless 'N' won't be mayhem if I'm ruled by my own rule-lessness My fire won't quell and I'll be harm-free and distress-less Trust me. Line-towing and helping, expectations up to living Inside-box, obeying, inside-line coloring. I wanna be naked, running through the streets I wanna invite this so-called chaos that you think I dare not be I wanna be weightless, flying through the air I wanna drop all my limitations but the shoes upon my feet - I wanna be naked, running through the streets I wanna invite this so-called chaos that you think I dare not be I wanna be weightless flying through the air I wanna drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be. |