| Bury my soul
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| Where the dust meets the sea
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| Turn it loose in a lonely place
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| Where a man can still be free
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| Make up my clothes and sheets in a ball
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| Put them in the ground
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| Tell my children only truths
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| And teach them to be proud
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| Tell them dreams and miracles
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| And when the thunder starts
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| Bury my heart
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| I’m born a traveling trouper
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| But I laid my wings to rest
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| Once I beat myself in vengeance
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| Now I feather up my nest
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| There are flags in my backyard
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| Colors on my wall
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| I pay my servant well
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| But I make the bastard crawl
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| And I pretend no blessed evil
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| So I don’t hear that thunder start
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| Bury my heart
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| There’s a lily in the valley
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| Where I bought the news to Lo
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| I offered him my visions
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| But the heathen rose to go
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| So I drew my shining saber
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| And I slew my sinning friend
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| A Christian burial was all he needed
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| To make him whole again
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| Then I looked up way above me
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| And God rent the sky apart
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| Bury my heart
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| We’re God’s chosen people
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| This and other truths I know
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| I put them into vicious practice
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| Because my bible tells me so
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| And I drowned the noble savage
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| In the blessed holy water
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| I fired his filthy village
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| I civilized his daughter
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| There are liars in the world
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| Who say we shame the blood of Christ
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| But killing is His mercy
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| And nits grow into lice
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| And all the gooks I napalmed
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| I did it in His name
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| And when the fools put me on trial
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| I shouted out, «I'm not to blame»
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| I did it for Him, I did it for Him
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| I did it for Him, He made me do it
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| He tore the heavens apart
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| Bury my heart
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| Now I’m going to the wilderness
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| On a horse that I can trust
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| And I’ll die where I fall
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| In the hot dry dust
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| And if you come to this place
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| Remember this truth
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| That only the mountains live forever
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| Only the earth endures
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| So will you bury my soul
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| Where the dust meets the sea?
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| And will you bury my heart
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| At wounded knee? |