| Can we walk through the times
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| The deepening divide?
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| The damned and the divine
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| They carry on never denied
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| Oh sweet autonomy
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| Fulfill our borrowed dreams
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| When it’s a crazy day at sea
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| So cappy please hang onto me
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| I’ll be made to want it so bad
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| Tease, I’ll wait across your knee
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| Please don’t make it burn
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| Got my lessons learned
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| Can we see through the plans
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| And symbols used by man?
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| The fruit, the salt, the sand
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| So constantly how we began
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| Now do we speak too soon?
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| This human urge to move
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| I’ll meet you in the womb
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| Our sickly minds we want to soothe
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| I see the home where my father’s from
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| And as we grow his bones get crumbly
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| Ours get strong
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| I see the place where my mother waits
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| And as she tires her blood in our bodies
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| Flows along endlessly |