Take the sting from my craw
Shimmy on down to the woods
With me
And we’ll pretend like
We’re on the moon
As we look at the stars tonight
Lets merge with the leaves on the trees
Tracing our way back
To the monkeys
Before we chop the wood
And light a fire
Becoming human
Again
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One of the pleasures of getting away is not being ourselves and delighting in that. Sadly we have to return to normal and as you say “become human again”.
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