| A child is born, on sacred land
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| A mother weeps, can’t understand
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| Oh holy man, what have they done
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| This trail of tears, just can’t go on
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| I hear the cry, cry of a nation
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| I see your tears, I see your skin
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| Your promise land, is all but gone
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| Taken away, the deed has done
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| Forgotten heroes, were buried alive
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| The painted warriors, still hope
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| To survive
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| I hear the cry, cry of a nation
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| I see your tears, I see your skin
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| I hear the cry, cry of a nation
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| A changing tide is rolling in
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| You were born to be free
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| Of the land you could thrive
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| Like a river that flows to the sea
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| Your spirit will never die
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| It will never die
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| I can feel your pain
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| Yes, I can feel your pain
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| I feel your pain
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| I can feel your pain
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| Yes, I do
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| I hear the cry, cry of a nation
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| I see your tears, I see your skin
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| I hear the cry, cry of a nation
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| A changing tide is roiling in
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| Cry of a nation
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| Cry of a nation
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| Cry of a nation
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| A changing tide is rolling
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| Is rolling in |