| There we were, living on our island in the sun
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| Life was so easy, there was plenty for everyone
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| 'Long come a white man who saw the milk and honey
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| Now we’re making due while he’s making all the money
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| Oh no, not a Wounded Knee
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| Another wheel stops rolling
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| Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again
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| There we were, living in our village in the trees
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| We were minding our own business
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| We were doing as we please
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| 'Long came a white man with attitudes and axes
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| Now we’re doing overtime and paying lots of taxes
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| The promises and gifts he brings
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| In honor of the songs he sings
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| Are tearing us apart
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| We were pow-wowing to our hearts content
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| We had the great spirit, we didn’t need a president
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| 'Long came a white man from the civilised nations
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| Now he ain’t having second thoughts
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| But we’ve got reservations
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| Oh no, not a Wounded Knee
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| Another wheel stops rolling
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| Oh no, not a Wounded Knee
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| Another bell starts tolling
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| Oh no, not a Wounded Knee
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| Another people starts calling
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| Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again |