| For a thousand years
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| I’ve lay upon the Lake Victoria
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| I was winged and many colored
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| And nobody knew my name
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| For a thousand years
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| I fell out of the sand into Guadeloupe
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| And I made many songs into the air
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| And nobody knew my name
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| I fell like water in sweet gasps of hydrogen
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| Up the sea over Bikini Islands and I
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| Dove into liquid concrete of sweet silver lake
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| The liquid concrete of down by the river
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| And nobody knew my name
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| Now, I walk among them and I sing to them
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| And I open up my wrists and nobody knows my name
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| And I translate into many hours of history
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| But nobody knows my name
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| I stood in the four winds, I stood in the four winds
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| I stood in the four winds but nobody knows my name
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| So I walk again, yeah, I walk every night
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| So I walk again, I look at you, sweet every face
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| Do you know my name
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| Do you, do you know my name
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| Do you know my name
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| Do you know my name
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| Say it, do you know my name
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| Say it, do you know my name
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| Do you know my name, do you know my
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| Do you know my name, do you know my, my |