| Tribes were living peacefully
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| Rejoicing their homeland
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| Mother earth would give them birth
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| The father shelter them
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| Power from within
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| All one with the land, living, united
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| White man felt in danger
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| When they saw the gods we chose
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| Different from the one they praise
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| Soon after war arose
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| Mother give us strength
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| Spirits guide our hand, fighting unite
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| I earned the right to stand
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| To fight and ride beside the man
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| I’m a wild and strong metal Indian
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| I ride the wind, foresee the attack
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| The spirit is my guide
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| I’m a wild and strong I’m an Indian
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| Little sister Lozen knew
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| What Ussen would have said
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| Spread her arms and point the way
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| The soldiers built their stead
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| Power in her hands
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| Fighting in defense, hiding to strike
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| I earned the right to stand
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| To fight and ride beside the man
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| I’m a wild and strong metal Indian
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| I ride the wind, foresee the attack
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| The spirit is my guide
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| I’m a wild and strong I’m an Indian
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| Riding hard as they gave chase
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| In the apache land
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| What lies in store
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| They don’t know yet
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| They’re coming to their end
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| Rifle in the air
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| Few warriors in the plains
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| Fighting to life
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| I earned the right to stand
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| To fight and ride beside the man
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| I’m a wild and strong metal Indian
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| I ride the wind, foresee the attack
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| The spirit is my guide
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| I’m a wild and strong I’m an Indian |