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You think I'm an ignorant savage |
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And you've been so many places |
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I guess it must be so |
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But still I cannot see |
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If the savage one is me |
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How can there be so much that you don't know? |
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You don't know ... |
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(clapping) |
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You think you own whatever land you land on |
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The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim |
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But I know every rock and tree and creature |
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Has a life, has a spirit, has a name |
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You think the only people who are people |
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Are the people all who look and think like you |
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But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger |
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You'll learn things you never knew you never knew |
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Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue full moon |
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Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinnes? |
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Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? |
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Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? |
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Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? |
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(clapping) |
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Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest |
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Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth |
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Come roll in all the riches all around you |
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And for once, never wonder what they're worth (oh) |
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The rainstorm and the river are my brothers |
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The heron and the otter are my friends |
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And we are all connected to each other |
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In a circle, in a hoop that never ends |
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How high will the sycamore grow? |
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If you cut it down, then you'll never know |
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And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue full moon |
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For whether we are white or copper skinned |
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We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains |
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We need to paint with all the colors of the wind |
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You can own the Earth and still |
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All you'll own is Earth until |
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You can paint with all the colors oh the colors of the wind |
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oh oh oh |
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yeah yeah |
