We are meat, we are spirit,
We have blood and we have grace,
We have a will and we have muscle,
A soul and a face,
Why must we die?
We have eyes and intuition,
A DNA code and a name.
Some tend to logic, some superstition,
We have an aura and a frame.
Why must we die?
We are human, we are angel,
We have feet and wish for wings.
We are carbon, we are ether,
We are saints, we are kings.
Why must we die?
Why must we die?
We are men of constant sorrow,
We'll have trouble all our days.
We never found our El Dorado
Where we were born.
We are meat, we are spirit ...
We are men of constant sorrow ...
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