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From Tierra del Fuego to Ungava Bay |
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The history of betrayal continues to today |
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The spirit of Almighty Voice, the ghost of Anna Mae |
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Call like thunder from the mountains -- you can hear them say |
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It's a stolen land |
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Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter in Brazil |
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If bullets don't get good PR there's other ways to kill |
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Kidnap all the children, put 'em in a foreign system |
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Bring them up in no-man's land where no one really wants them |
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It's a stolen land |
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Stolen land -- but it's all we've got |
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Stolen land -- and there's no going back |
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Stolen land -- and we'll never forget |
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Stolen land -- and we're not through yet |
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In my mind I catch a picture -- big black raven in the sky |
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Looking at the ocean -- sail reflected in black eye -- |
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Sail as white as heroin, white like weathered bones -- |
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Rum and guns and smallpox gonna change the face of home |
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In this stolen land... |
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If you're like me you'd like to think we've learned from our mistakes |
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Enough to know we can't play god with others' lives at stake |
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So now we've all discovered the world wasn't only made for whites |
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What step are you gonna take to try and set things right |
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In this stolen land |
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Stolen land -- but it's all we've got |
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Stolen land -- and there's no going back |
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Stolen land -- and we'll never forget |
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Stolen land -- and we're not through yet |
