| Because it was sacred, because it was home
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| Because these were feelings, from so long ago
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| They listened to the spirits, that came up strong
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| They all pulled together, to sing their song
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| This is how they did it, spears by their side
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| They stood on the mountain, for their land rights
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| All the people noticed, the movement took flight
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| They said this is our home, these are our rights
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| This is our home, these are our rights
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| Country it was taken, land dug up
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| Families were broken, spirits were crushed
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| The language that was silenced, is now free to be passed
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| The cup that was empty, slowly filled up
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| So we can pull together, show our children it is time
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| You see, this is our home, these are our rights
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| This is our home, there are our rights
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| This is our home, there are our rights |