| These are the People that you tried to break
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| These are the People of the Pines
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| Who Follow the Code of Handsome Lake
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| He drank your poison, swallowed your fire
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| And lay with fever four long years
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| He received a vision so inspired
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| Three messengers with painted faces appeared
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| On the Allegheny river at a place called Burnt House
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| The code was shared for the very first time
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| By a Seneca chief, they call Handsome Lake
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| With a Wounded Heart and a sober mind
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| We are the People that you couldn’t break
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| We are the People of the Sacred Pipe
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| Who Follow The Code of Handsome Lake
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| When the Dark Moon had come to live in your soul
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| Get in touch with your creator, you are not alone
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| These are the words
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| That he had spoken two hundred years ago
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| And today they still ring true
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| Like they’re carved in stone
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| When Native life was hurled into the pit
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| By way of the Canon, Rum, and Greed
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| Oh a great fire was burned, to let the smoke rise
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| And show the Six Nations the code was still alive
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| Way Down Deep in the Bush
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| We Oh hi ne oh he oh we oh we we
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| (section repeats 4 times) |