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We stand not solitary on this world
Old songs drum in our veins
Generations of Man before me
Nod and speak somewhere inside my words

HereThey live
...In my blood

lead: Peter

I hear voices in the rich streams of my life
Cries and sobs, warnings and shouts
Whispers that know not of their life
That continues in the corridors of my flesh...

HereThey live
...In my blood

The flash of memory that never happened
Precognition of the pattern yet to come
I see the green breast of new world
The touch of hot sand under my feet

lead: Mauser

I was not there at the fall of Rome
Yet I taste the sound of the fire
And detect the sadness of the heart
That wept when their life fell apart

HereThey live
...In my blood

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