| Chains of information broken up
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| And recombined again
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| Years of evolution codified
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| In short sequences
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| Process of creation by this time
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| Is not a mystery
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| Chemical reaction we control
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| In a laboratory
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| We deceive ourselves into being the best
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| Expression of this world
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| Frames of bones covered in blood
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| Nervous cells, a pumping heart
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| One breath after the other one
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| What makes us human?
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| Fragile architecturs in between
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| Sleep and waking (sleep and waking)
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| With a little pressur we give in
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| To our weaknesses
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| We’re not even close to being the best
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| Expression of this world
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| Frames of bones covered in blood
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| Nervous cells, a pumping heart
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| One breath after the other one
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| What makes us human?
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| Children born without being asked
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| Elders waiting for a peaceful rest
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| Consciences lost in the whole
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| What makes us human?
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| We’re accidental blunders in the line
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| (oh, is it a bliss or a course?)
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| Bearing a feeble sparklet of divine
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| Frames of bones covered in blood
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| Nervous cells, a pumping heart
|
| One breath after the other one
|
| What makes us human?
|
| Children born without being asked
|
| Elders waiting for a peaceful rest
|
| Consciences lost in the whole
|
| What makes us human?
|
| Frames of bones covered in blood
|
| Nervous cells, a pumping heart
|
| One breath after the other one
|
| What makes us human?
|
| Children born without being asked
|
| Elders waiting for a peaceful rest
|
| Consciences lost in the whole
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| What makes us human? |