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
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I want to be weightless, flying through the air
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I want to drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be
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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
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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 won't be lost if I'm governed by my own innate-ness
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Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless
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Won't be mayhem if I'm ruled by my own rule-lessness
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My fire won't quell and I'll be harm-free and distress-less (trust me)
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Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
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Inside box obeying, inside line coloring
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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
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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
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I want to be weightless, flying through the air
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I want to drop all these limitations and return to what I was born to be
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So-Called Chaos
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Alanis Morissette |