My Grandfather, the Cubist Songtext
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My Grandfather, the Cubist Songtext
Oh-a-oh My Grandfather, the cubist
I′m the seventh son,
Born to sons of ideals Oh-a-oh My grandfather, the cubist
I'm the daughter born
To the sons of ideas
My grandfather, the cubist
An ageless countenance
In the midst of our times
A voice among the great icons
A force felt like a wind
On my generation
I′m the seventh son,
Born to sons of ideals Oh-a-oh My grandfather, the cubist
I'm the daughter born
To the sons of ideas
My grandfather, the cubist
An ageless countenance
In the midst of our times
A voice among the great icons
A force felt like a wind
On my generation
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