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Tradition
With a pair of clogged nostrilsSwaying in a rhythm out of timeSo I can be foundHanging by the wallA glassy eyed bystanderOh you should seeThese marvels passing meThere is no end to innovationBells and whistles everywhereImpractical dresses throng the floorThat’s traditionOne I fully understandIt dulls my sensesRazes my barriersTakes these shackles off of meThe daily grindThe trifling pleasuresJust celebrateDrooling and barely awakeSomeone bumps into meBrings me back to earthCovers me in kissesShowers me with praiseVery charmingLetras de cancionesBut please keep it to yourselfAnd if you’re in troubleAnd don’t know where to turnJoin us in this throbbing hallJoin usSoothe your nerves!Better keep it to yourselfHush!That’s traditionOne I truly understandIt dulls my sensesRazes my barriersTraditionShyness doesn’t existIt’s blissfully forgottenIt couldn’t survive hereTraditionIt alters everythingIt offers new perspectiveTemporary confidenceTakes these shackles off of meThe daily grindThe trifling pleasuresJust celebrateDrooling and barely awake
From Letras Mania