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When the day is done |
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I'm walking down the docks |
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Side by side with old companions |
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We sit down to watch the sunset |
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Over dirty rocks |
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We're sons of the ancient hunters |
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We are born for |
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Hunting game |
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Endless pain |
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There I want to stay |
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No more fish in the stream |
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The American |
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Dream Has destroyed the land of |
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Indians White man's money's ruling again |
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But we stand up to them |
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Talkin', smokin' |
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Visions will lead us the way |
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Goin' to Mountains high |
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Eagles fly |
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There I want to die |
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I will rise and fall |
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Bury my heart |
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At Wounded |
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Knee They have slain my father's body |
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But his spirit is still alive |
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He rides across a sacred country |
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In freedom and eternal life |
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I will join him at his fire |
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Some day It's my favorite desire |
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To hear the tale when he said |
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I will rise and fall |
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Bury my heart |
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At Wounded |
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Knee |