| Behind those mountains is a land
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| That is owned by geniune men
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| They wear a stone around their neck
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| Which they borrowed from a river
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| That supplies them with food and nutritious minerals
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| And if you follow the river to the north
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| You find their place
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| Where they hide their children and women
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| The women who wash during the day
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| Are so beautiful you fall on your knees, start to pray
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| The children are the ones that play all day
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| Are happy and shining all these days
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| Behind those mountains there’s a life we can share
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| Cause nobody dares
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| Behind those mountains there’s a life we can share
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| Cause nobody dares
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| What they need you can see everywhere
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| An ocean of green grass, the grazing buffalo
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| Who they killed to have food and shelter
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| In the winter when the wind is cold
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| And a white ocean is all you see
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| The women are still washing
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| The children still play during the day
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| And the men wear a buffalo coat to live their land
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| That is cotton by frozen river
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| As it’s spring in the mountains, I see
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| Behind those mountains there’s a life we can share
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| Cause nobody dares
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| Behind those mountains there’s a life we can share
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| Cause nobody dares |