| You are the blood flowing through my fingers
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| All through the soil and up in those trees
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| You are electricity and you’re light
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| You are sound itself and you are flight
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| You are the blood flowing through my fingers
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| All through the soil and up in those trees
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| You are electricity and you’re light
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| You are sound itself and you are flight
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| You are the blood flowing through my fingers
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| All through the soil and up in those trees
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| You are the blood flowing through my fingers
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| You are the blood flowing through my lungs
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| You are the blood
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| That I may see you, that I may see you
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| You are the blood in me
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| You are the earth
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| On which I travel, on which I travel
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| You are the earth under my feet
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| That I may travel, that I may travel with you
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| You are the earth on which I write the circumstances
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| You say what you want from me
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| You are the solitude
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| That goes against me, that goes against me
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| You are the quiet
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| In which I dream, in which I sleep, in which I wander |