| Some sing of their glory
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| Few tell the true story
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| Most men they don’t need it
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| White man he kills for it
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| They took to the seas
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| Searching for a land that they could call Paradise
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| Stealing the breeze that carried them towards the sun
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| With lust in their eyes and a gun in their hand
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| They said we’ve found Paradise
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| Think of the glory look at the prize we’ve won
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| We know who they were
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| They were the ones who killed their brothers
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| To steal from others
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| We know who they were
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| They were the ones whose sons and daughters
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| Are doing it still
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| And in their hearts what did they feel?
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| Did they think they had the right to steal
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| Another man’s land who had no name?
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| O they didn’t think he’d feel the pain
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| So they sailed away from their own country
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| To another man’s land far across the sea
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| And they stole that land from the people there
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| And they called that land Australia
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| Why did he do it
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| White Man?
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| They sailed away one winter’s day
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| To a sunlit land that was far away
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| And they stole that land from the people there
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| And they called that land America |