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all these years 

all these lies 

take what's mine

native cry

lie,lie,lie

we die,die,die

take what's mine

why,why,why

Our land

our love

kill us 

shed blood

the things we've seen

for the paper that's green

take what's mine

your so mean

history books don't tell the truth

neither do they

take what's mine

one day they'll pay 

rape the woman

kill the children

take what's mine

wrap us in blankets 

spread the epidemics

lets go back in time

to be reminded of

who this so-called America belonged to

tbrough the lies I can still hear the

Native cry...