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Deadlines, 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 want to be naked, running through the streets 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 I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others I want to be naked, running through the streets 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 I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet All wont be lost if I'm governed by my own uniqueness Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless Won't deem me had if I'm led by my own rulelessness My fire wont quell and I'll be harm-free and distressless Trust me Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living Letras de cancionesInside box obeying, inside line cutting I want to be naked, running through the streets 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 I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet I want to be naked, running through the streets 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 I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be From Letras Mania