| Aurora borealis
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| The icy sky at night
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| Our paddles break the water
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| In a long and hurried flight
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| From the white man and the fields of green
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| And the homeland we’ve never seen
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| They killed us in our tepee
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| They cut our women down
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| They might have left some babies
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| Cryin' on the ground
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| But the big guns and the wagon wheels come
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| Yes, and the night falls on the setting sun
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| They massacred the buffalo
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| Kitty corner from the bank
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| The taxis run across my feet
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| And my eyes have turned to blanks
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| In my little room at the top of the stairs
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| With an Indian rug and a pipe to share
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| I wish a was a trapper
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| I would give a thousand pelts
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| To sleep with Pocahontas
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| And to find out how she felt
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| In the morning on the fields of green
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| Oh, in the homeland we’ve never seen
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| Yes and maybe Marlon Brando
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| Will be there by the fire
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| We’ll sit and talk of Hollywood
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| And the good things there for hire
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| And the Astrodome and the first tepee
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| Oh, Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
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| Yeah, Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
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| Pocahontas |