| I can feel my history bubbling through me
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| Vibrations in the air, in the air I breathe
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| And I can feel them weaving mysteries within my bones
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| To make their memories, distant memories like my own
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| I know my father, I know my mother
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| I know granfather, I know grandmother
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| I know granfather, I know grandmother
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| I know my sister, I know my brother
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| But the blood that flows in this body
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| And the blood that flows through these vains
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| The blood that flows through this body
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| Is everyone’s and everything’s
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| Everyone’s and everythng’s
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| But the blood that flows in this body
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| And the blood that flows through these vains
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| The blood that flows through this body
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| Is everyone’s and everything’s
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| Everyone’s and everything’s
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| Is everyone’s and everything’s
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| Everyone’s and everything’s |