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What do you do when you find yourself, neck deep
I wanna be where I've never been before
Ever get the feeling that you just want to run away. Just to get out there. Away from everything. Screw the consequences, who cares about what everyone says, just go. Nothing but you and the world. Isn't that how life is anyway? It's just us. One on one, and the world. It's not as bad as that sounds, not nearly. It's sort of liberating, you know? When you cut out all the crap, all the things that we make out to be so important, it's just ... nothing... it's just a way for us to measure how much we're doing that we should be doing, if society is to be believed.. Tear it apart, and start again. I want to feel the wind in my hair, against my skin. Feel the full body warmth of basking, naked, under a high noon in the desert, see dolphins playing the waves, i wantr to watch an eagle soar over a mountain top, run through the woods naked on a full moon night, howling like a wolf. Does this make me crazy? The desire to get out and feel alive? to feel myself pitted against survival? Knowing that everything I've ever wanted - freedom, happiness - aren't some far of concept. It really is in my hands, it really is something I can grab. We just need to stop hiding. Just do it
I wanna be where I've never been before
Ever get the feeling that you just want to run away. Just to get out there. Away from everything. Screw the consequences, who cares about what everyone says, just go. Nothing but you and the world. Isn't that how life is anyway? It's just us. One on one, and the world. It's not as bad as that sounds, not nearly. It's sort of liberating, you know? When you cut out all the crap, all the things that we make out to be so important, it's just ... nothing... it's just a way for us to measure how much we're doing that we should be doing, if society is to be believed.. Tear it apart, and start again. I want to feel the wind in my hair, against my skin. Feel the full body warmth of basking, naked, under a high noon in the desert, see dolphins playing the waves, i wantr to watch an eagle soar over a mountain top, run through the woods naked on a full moon night, howling like a wolf. Does this make me crazy? The desire to get out and feel alive? to feel myself pitted against survival? Knowing that everything I've ever wanted - freedom, happiness - aren't some far of concept. It really is in my hands, it really is something I can grab. We just need to stop hiding. Just do it