| I’ve seen you somewhere before your eyes
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| Your eyes draw me back to the songs, it’s been many moons
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| My mind is too young and I can’t place it
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| The spirit within me breathes now
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| These old people sit here with me
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| My feet turned up, inside I receive it
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| And I feel it in every breath in it
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| It circles inside my head and I
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| I fear it with each new day
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| And every way these whispers reach
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| These whispers reach
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| Now they’re secrets before
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| These whispers they reach
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| These are friends of country and time
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| And this knowledge so long denied
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| But I thank you, oh oh and I thank you
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| The day will be recognized
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| But our children still we deny
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| This is school culture simply too young to feel it
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| As I feeling with every breath in it
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| It circles inside my head and I
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| I fear with each new day
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| And every way these whispers reach
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| These whispers reach
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| Now they’re secrets before
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| These whispers they reach
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| Now these whispers they reach
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| Now whispers they reach
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| Now they’re secrets before
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| These whispers they reach
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| They’re whispers they reach
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| The whispers they reach
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| Now they’re secrets before
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| These whispers they reach
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| Whispers
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| Whispers
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| Whispers |