| Green grass leading to barren squares
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| Fences holding what we manifest
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| Mothers pivot going down the block
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| Casting shadows where bombs lay rest
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| Bongas
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| Jagged edges, holy monuments darkening
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| You can see, I can see
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| Only with the light can we see
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| History shining down so brightly
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Currents ignite tensions shared
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| Between building blocks and man
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| Clutching to the familiar face
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| Impressions remain in the sand
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| Jagged edges, holy monuments darkening
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| You can see, I can see
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| Only with the light can we see
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| History shining down so brightly
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Wait, wait, wait to understand to
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| Shake, shake, shake the other hand
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| You wait to shake
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| Wait, wait, wait to understand to
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| Shake, shake, shake the other
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| Only with the light can we see
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| History shining down so brightly
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| We see history
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| Shining down so brightly
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| We see history
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| Shining down so brightly
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| We see history
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| Shining down so brightly
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Ba-ba-ba (Ba-ba-ba)
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| Ba-ba-ba (Ba-ba-ba)
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| Ba-ba-ba (Ba-ba-ba) |