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Lonely tipi set in the sky |
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Dancing circles on a summer night |
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Children laughing at his expense |
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Chucking more peanuts at a broken man |
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He'll keep waving |
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Tomahawk in hand |
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His headdress is a flower |
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He ain't no stinking coward |
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I wish other people can see |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Just like you and me |
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Everybody's leaving and the lights are on |
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He's got nowhere to lie when the crowd dissolves |
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He's just trying to root for the team |
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He's a one man tribe and a dying breed |
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And if you stab at him, well he'll surely be |
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His headdress is a flower |
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He ain't no stinking coward |
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I wish other people can see |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Just like you and me |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Noc-A-Homa |
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Just like you and me |
