It’s imprinted on your bones,
everything you learned back home.
Even what you think is wrong,
stays with you when you’re gone.

CHORUS
I don’t know anything about this.
I swear I’m not like my mom;
I’m optimistic.
With every swallow, every heartbeat,
You sense the water in your body.
it’s hard to miss it.
Ahh—

Thinking, the memories that fire,
The history you compile.
You say and say and say—
The system, the zeros, and the ones
Is where it all comes from.
(Is where. It all. Comes from—)

CHORUS

The blood that runs in my veins,
it gets around.
The water that makes up the rain
It only knows down
The trouble with communications
when language gets in
the way…

Ooh—

(Not entirely sure of the italicized lines.)

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