| We came to a new world
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| Tired of the old one
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| Hungry for freedom
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| And heavy with prayer
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| It was a beautiful treasure
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| Ours for the taking
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| Never mind that someone
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| Was already there
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| Invisible people
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| We were climbing in numbers
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| In just a few generations
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| Frontiers to conquer
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| And fortunes to make
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| So we hitched up our wagons
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| And pushed ever onward
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| Never a thought for
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| What lay in our wake
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| Invisible people
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| We can’t see their tears
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| They still cry out
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| But no one can hear
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| Invisible people
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| Hey, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
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| Hey, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
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| Shattered in spirit
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| Promises broken
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| Hunters and healers
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| Now refugees
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| Tell me who is the savage
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| Who is the savior
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| When a people are ravaged
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| By hatred and greed
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| Invisible people
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| We come for the bargains
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| With flags for the children
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| Acres of parking
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| Opening day
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| But under the asphalt
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| The pride of a nation
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| Is buried forever
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| In the home of the brave
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| Invisible people
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| We can’t see their tears
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| They still cry out
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| But no one can hear
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| Invisible people
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| Hey, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
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| Hey, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
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| Hey, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay |