None of us belong here but don’t none of us know where
Somebody else’s dream of power turned into our nightmare
We learned to speak the master’s tongue and learned to fear the master’s rod
Learned to dream the master’s dreams and learned to pray to the master’s god
But one day we will be mighty. One day we will be free
And we will recover the treasure
Living in the heart of you and me
It’s hidden in our accents. It’s hidden in our dreams
It’s got to come out. We’re busting at the seams
And we will keep digging till the day we finally see
It’s soul archeology
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