| Frost in the air
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| Northern lights brought me here
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| And where I walk, God walks with me
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| I only eat what the earth has offered me
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| And no one owns the berries or leaves
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| Now you’re in my house, and you call me a thief?
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| You don’t understand
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| What it means to be of this land
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| You have to learn how to read marks on the trees
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| For the laws that you know, they don’t apply here
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| Such mighty words!
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| Are you God? |
| I hadn’t heard
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| Are you the one who made the wind blow?
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| Well, you must be great!
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| A creation that can create?
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| But the grass isn’t yours, and you don’t make it grow
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| [Verse 4: Moddi + Mari Boine
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| You are a sham
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| Don’t you know who I am?
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| I do not fold my hands
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| I’ll never pray to what you call God
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| All that I need
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| Are ways to feed your greed | |
| is earth beneath my feet
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| To have it all | |
| to have it all
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| Shaman, you’re a fraud!
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| So leave and leave me be, I’ll drive you away
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| So leave and leave me be, I’ll drive you away
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| Leave and leave me be, I’ll drive you away
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| Shaman, old fool
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| Times change and so shall you
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| They will burn your house down and spit at your name
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| But thief beware: My song will linger here
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| And in time you will be sorry you came
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| My friend, save your breath
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| You’re chanting in vain
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| So leave and leave me be
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| So leave and leave me be
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| So leave and leave me be
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| I’ll drive you away |