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I have been experiencing some unusual path of thinkingOn a night of public drinking, I have found I am picturingAll these different people in a state of undress equalTo that of Adam and Eve, I believe this is not a sexual thingCoz I picture men and women in just the skin they were born inIt removes their identities and lets me see the entitiesThat I believe their parents see without being obscured by theCostumes that we wera to be a part of this societyThe skinhead in the Millwall shirt is as susceptible to hurtAs any individual both mental and physicalMankind is so cynical and clinical it’s difficult to strip away the visibleAnd envisage the residual not exactly typicalBut kinda prototypical removing the pontificalExternal inadmissible mask of the municipalDiscarded for the visceral I swear this is permissible in principleYou're a big man and ya way too loudBut deep down ya mothers still proud of, youBut when you strip down and you lose that shroudYou’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, schoolOne seems to me to be a solitary sumWhen referring to yourself it’s an affrontTo the complexities invested in the chest of these receptacles acceptably presented first as youngAnd many guises are revised as we get oldAnd many lies through each disguise is somehow toldLetras de cancionesTo ignite a right of flight despite the might of the contrite we fight inside our minds to somehow have a holdOf the image we present unto the worldBut beneath this we’re still boys and we’re still girlsNot exempt of the resent when we lament upon events that tend to bend and dent the style used to beguileSo concerned with what is learned just from our styleBut when you strip and rip it down to just a smileThen you’re left with just the depth within the naturally constructed form just like when you were bornYoure a big man and ya way to loudBut deep down ya mothers still proud of, youBut when you strip down and you lose that shroudYou’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school From Letras Mania