an escape
i'm craving
moving on
i'm craving
i'm craving
there's an itch
inside
and a twitch
inside
every single time
i see a world map
there's so much
ground to cover
i'm ready to start now
i'm craving
i'm craving
leaving on a plane
just to go
there's this calling
from the waters
from the mountains
from the forests
every direction
from here
they're all begging
to be seen
to be touched
to be written about
there are people
some more ignorant
some less
than the ones i know
but ignorant or not
they're waiting to know my name
and i'd rather start now
than never start at all
and i'm an adult, right?
but i'm still a child...
but i could go, right?
but the crowd goes mild...
there's an itch
a twitch
i'm craving
a fix.
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