| Deadlines meetings and contracts all breached
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| D-days and structure responsibility
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| Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three
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| Eleventh hours and upset employees
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| I want to be naked running through the streets
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| I want to invite this so called chaos that you’d think I dare not be I want to be weightless flying through the air
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| I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
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| Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
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| I want to be naked running through the streets
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| I want to invite this so called chaos that you’d think I dare not be I want to be weightless flying through the air
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| I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
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| All wont be lost if I’m governed by my own uniqueness
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| Stop lights won’t work I’ll get home sound and safe regardless
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| Won’t deem me had if I’m led by my own rulelessness
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| My fire wont quell and I’ll be harm-free and distressless
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| Trust me Line towing and helping expectations up to living
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| Inside box obeying inside line cutting
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| I want to be naked running through the streets
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| I want to invite this so called chaos that you’d think I dare not be I want to be weightless flying through the air
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| I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
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| I want to be naked running through the streets
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| I want to invite this so called chaos that you’d think I dare not be I want to be weightless flying through the air
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| I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be |