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Since a time before my memory |
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He's been without a home |
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Once he lived on an open plain where wildlife grazed |
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And buffalo used to roam |
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Red was the sunrise on the dawn of his creation |
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Now where is the road that will lead him to his destination |
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It took so little time to destroy a way of life |
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They served his people well |
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Gifts that they gave in all good faith |
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Have been misused and shot to hell |
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You who want wisdom, turn and face the four directions |
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For only those with one heart, fall under their protection |
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In the future of my days ahead |
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I want to see it right |
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We got to make it right |
