| Its all the story, that you’ve heard before
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| The older ladies said the boy was so fine
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| He tried to live in the city
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| But he could not find no peace
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| Empty houses, light in only one
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| As the years go by still no one comes
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| Every day he sings a song and drinks alone
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| In the night, when the wolves cry
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| He’s walking away from his past life
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| He’s smelling the wind and
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| He looks up the sky and the thousand stars
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| He knows for sure
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| When tears don’t fall
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| New Indian will be born
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| Not a sound, when the life runs
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| Out of the veins of the dead one
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| With nothing we come in this God given world
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| And with empty hands we go
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| No lullabies, no other side
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| Just a mouthful of sand when we die
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| There was a girl, there was a child
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| There was a dream to keep him alive
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| Once he painted the rooms with colors so bright
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| And if the fate’s carved in stone, is it right or wrong
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| And if mind is weak can soul still be strong
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| Then the dark clouds came in
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| The winter took his pride away
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| Man of the world that ceases to exist
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| In the night, when the wolves cry
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| He’s walking away from his past life
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| He’s smelling the wind and
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| He looks up the sky and the thousand stars
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| He knows for sure
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| When tears don’t fall
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| New Indian will be born
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| There’s no more fire in his heart
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| In peace he slowly drowns
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| Last wish to never be born again
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| There’s no more fire
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| In the end of his time
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| No one heard how he cried
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| Set him free from the shame when he
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| Lost his fight
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| And he knows for sure
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| When tears don’t fall
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| New Indian will be born
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| In the night, when the wolves cry
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| He’s walking away from his past life
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| He’s smelling the wind and
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| He looks up the sky and the thousand stars
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| He knows for sure
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| When tears don’t fall
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| New Indian will be born
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| Not a sound, when the life runs
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| Out of the veins of the dead one
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| With nothing we come in this God given world
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| And with empty hands we go
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| No lullabies, no other side
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| Just a mouthful of sand when we die |