Get Lost
Get Lost
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Pitch a tent, forget the rentSleep fresh with the time that’s spentSmack dab in the middle of nowhereAway from the concrete atmosphereEveryone deserves a hiatusOut here is where that takes usNo walls, no doors, no streetsNo ringtones, no alarms, no beepsBirds in the sky, fish in the waterThe whitetail and the bears that wanderThis place is like an oasisA place that distracts the rat racesNever seen the forest so thickTrees so green, or breathed air this crispNever seen the bright constellationsGive meaning to the word vacation
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Strike a match, flick that lighterGet on the ground and build that fireFeels good to get a little bit roughStrip down to the minimal stuffCompass—gives me directionCanteen—the purest medicineMatches—warmth and comfortLantern—lights up all the colorsReflection, disconnectionDepart from the normal conventionGrab that paddle and disappearWishing I was here all week, all yearGet lost, pick up those feetThis ain’t no figure of speechOpposite to popular beliefThis is the real world, not that concrete
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Pack a backpack, leave a noteDon’t leave it to a popular voteYou’ve got one life to live, so just goThrow those cares out the windowBreak away from the world you knowContemplate that return back homeMaybe they’ll miss you, maybe they won’tAt least you’ll get to see that sunset lowRoute to the place where the waterfallsObliterate anything getting you downSo, go for hike, climb, paddle, or driveSet up camp, and prove you’re aliveI’m not telling you to run awayJust dip for a couple of daysGet lost—it’ll be okayGotta get lost to find the best way
_____________________________________________________Get LostHotdish Hans
[instrumental break]
Strike a match, flick that lighterGet on the ground and build that fireFeels good to get a little bit roughStrip down to the minimal stuffCompass—gives me directionCanteen—the purest medicineMatches—warmth and comfortLantern—lights up all the colorsReflection, disconnectionDepart from the normal conventionGrab that paddle and disappearWishing I was here all week, all yearGet lost, pick up those feetThis ain’t no figure of speechOpposite to popular beliefThis is the real world, not that concrete
[instrumental break]
Pack a backpack, leave a noteDon’t leave it to a popular voteYou’ve got one life to live, so just goThrow those cares out the windowBreak away from the world you knowContemplate that return back homeMaybe they’ll miss you, maybe they won’tAt least you’ll get to see that sunset lowRoute to the place where the waterfallsObliterate anything getting you downSo, go for hike, climb, paddle, or driveSet up camp, and prove you’re aliveI’m not telling you to run awayJust dip for a couple of daysGet lost—it’ll be okayGotta get lost to find the best way
_____________________________________________________Get LostHotdish Hans
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