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Behind those mountains is a land |
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That is owned by geniune men |
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They wear a stone around their neck |
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Which they borrowed from a river |
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That supplies them with food and nutritious minerals |
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And if you follow the river to the north |
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You find their place |
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Where they hide their children and women |
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The women who wash during the day |
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Are so beautiful you fall on your knees, start to pray |
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The children are the ones that play all day |
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Are happy and shining all these days |
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Behind those mountains there's a life we can share |
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Cause nobody dares |
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Behind those mountains there's a life we can share |
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Cause nobody dares |
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What they need you can see everywhere |
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An ocean of green grass, the grazing buffalo |
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Who they killed to have food and shelter |
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In the winter when the wind is cold |
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And a white ocean is all you see |
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The women are still washing |
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The children still play during the day |
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And the men wear a buffalo coat to live their land |
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That is cotton by frozen river |
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As it's spring in the mountains, I see |
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Behind those mountains there's a life we can share |
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Cause nobody dares |
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Behind those mountains there's a life we can share |
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Cause nobody dares |