| I’m flying at the speed of my imagination
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| Heading down the 401 towards the Quebec border, on my way
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| I’m gonna meet my sisters Lynn and Tracy for the very first time
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| The saliva in my mouth is thick like motor oil as I sit in the backseat of the
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| car
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| I’m nervous, practicing my smile
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| I stare in the rearview mirror slowly, silently mouthing the words
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| From a mohawk baby to a mohawk man
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| Here I stand, here I stand
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a mohawk man
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| And the car rolls on and on
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| And the car rolls on
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| I’m on my way to the mystical land of my missing family, Kahnawake
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| The patch of freedom that lies beneath the Mercier bridge
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| The home of my mother, my father and my ancestors
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| The land of shapeshifters, cornbread, and steak
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| Ironworkers and all the legends that came to life
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| In stories and gossip around my kitchen table when I was just a little kid
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| From a mohawk baby to a mohawk man
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| Here I stand, here I stand
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a mohawk man
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| And the car rolls on
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| And the car rolls on
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| And the car rolls on
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| The car rolls on
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| I look out between the front seat and out through the windshield
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| And the fog that I’ve been living in my entire life
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| Begins to lift
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| I know this place
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| In fact, I dreamt myself here as a kid
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| Dreams that were fantastic
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| Dreams that took me to times and places that I knew were real
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| I’d fly through the black, along the shores of the Saint Lawrence Seaway
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| And come swooping down on these roads on the back of John Lazare
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| My grandfather, sturdy and sure of himself
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| Not a word spoken, but I could hear him singing as he carried me
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| I’d climb down off his shoulders and walk to the rhythm of broken chains
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| With the reserve dogs barking behind me
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| I went through the deepest blues and greens
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| The greens of graveyards and step into the black shadows cast by the great
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| bridge
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| In my dreams, I was safe surrounded by my ghosts
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| In my dreams, I was free
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| In my dreams, I was exactly where I was supposed to be
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| From a mohawk baby to a mohawk man
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| Here I stand, here I stand
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a mohawk man
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| The car rolls on
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| And the car rolls on
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| The car rolls on
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| And the car rolls on
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| The car rolls on
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| The car rolls on, rolls on
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| One, two
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| One, two, three, four |