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With a pair of clogged nostrils
Swaying in a rhythm out of time
So I can be found
Hanging by the wall
A glassy eyed bystander
Oh you should see
These marvels passing me
There is no end to innovation
Bells and whistles everywhere
Impractical dresses throng the floor

That’s tradition
One I fully understand
It dulls my senses
Razes my barriers
Takes these shackles off of me
The daily grind
The trifling pleasures
Just celebrate
Drooling and barely awake

Someone bumps into me
Brings me back to earth
Covers me in kisses
Showers me with praise
Very charming
But please keep it to yourself

And if you’re in trouble
And don’t know where to turn
Join us in this throbbing hall
Join us
Soothe your nerves!
Better keep it to yourself

HUSH!

That’s tradition
One I truly understand
It dulls my senses
Razes my barriers
Tradition
Shyness doesn’t exist
It’s blissfully forgotten
It couldn’t survive here
Tradition
It alters everything
It offers new perspective
Temporary confidence
Takes these shackles off of me
The daily grind
The trifling pleasures
Just celebrate
Drooling and barely awake

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