| The first time I heard it
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| Didn't know what it was
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| I listened to it over and over
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| I couldn't get enough
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| I knew every syllable
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| And the space in between
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| And I wondered
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| What my own song would be
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| I thought I understood what the words meant
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| I thought I knew the meaning behind
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| I memorized the sounds and the rhythms
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| And wondered about the stories inside
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| I thought I understood what the words meant
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| I thought that they were written for me
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| A message spelled out in a language
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| That only those who've been there
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| Been there can read
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| The first time I heard it
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| Didn't know what it was
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| It was foreign and angry and brilliant
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| I couldn't get enough
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| But the story behind it
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| You revealed it to me
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| And I realized
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| You had lived through what I had never seen
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| I never understood what the words meant
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| I never knew the meaning behind
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| I memorized the sounds and the rhythms
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| But didn't know the stories inside
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| I never understood what the words meant
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| The words were never written for me
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| A message spelled out in a language
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| That only those who've been there
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| Been there can read
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| I wish I didn't know what the words meant
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| Or understand the meaning behind
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| I memorized the sounds and the rhythms
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| And now I know the stories inside
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| I wish I didn't know the words meant
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| That they were written for me
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| A message spelled out in a language
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| That only those who've been there
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| Been there can read
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| Been there
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| Been there can read
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| Been there
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| Been there can read |