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Well, I jumped so high |
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Knocked the table over |
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Thought I saw a ghost |
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Come out of the clover |
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She lived in this house |
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Forty odd years or so |
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She was buried in the back |
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With the English and the natives |
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Slaughtered like sheep |
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Women and babies |
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Lot of blood and tears |
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Three hundred years ago |
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It's like they're caught up in the trees |
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In the webs of spiders |
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Spun out of leaves |
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Ghostly riders |
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Lookin' for a trail |
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To find their way back home |
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But there's nothing back there |
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Or tomorrow |
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No place they |
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Can put their sorrow |
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Heavy as death |
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Cold as a broken stone |
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And I call this place my homeland |
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And I claim this land |
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I ownBut it belongs to another people |
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They possess it in their bones |
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Well, I can hear them in the night |
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Like a hundred televisions |
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Hummin' down low |
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Beneath the subdivisions |
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All they really want |
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Is if we can hear 'em now |
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They been troublin' this plain |
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Lookin' for attention |
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Making crazy tracks |
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They need an intervention |
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All they really want |
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Is to get back home somehow |
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So build up a fire |
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Say a little prayer |
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And cook a little meat |
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Pull 'em up a chair |
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And offer them a plate |
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Maybe we can all find peace |
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You can't bury anything |
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Men or nations |
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Old memories, old vibrations |
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The pain doesn't stop |
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Just because the killin' ceased |
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And I call this place my homeland |
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And I claim this land |
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I ownIt belongs to another people |
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They possess it in their bones |
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Well, I jumped so high |
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Straight up off the bed sheet |
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Nightmare sky |
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Bloody with the red heat |
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Started to shake' |
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Cause I couldn't find my way back home |
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Well, I landed in the ditch |
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Landed in the gutter |
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Landed in the arms |
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Of my long lost mother |
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Cryin' like a child |
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While the |
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Bayou Pierre groaned |
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And I call this place my homeland |
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And I love this land |
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I ownBut it belongs to another people |
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They possess it in their bones |
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Yeah, I call this place my homeland |
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And I claim this land |
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I ownBut it belongs to another people |
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They possess it in their bones |
