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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 |
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