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The Northern Lights The frozen night sky The paddles cut through the water In a long and fast stroke From the white man to the green plains In the homeland that we have never seen
They killed us in our tepee And they slaughtered our women They might have spared a few children left on the ground crying But the rifles and the wagons come And night falls on the setting sun
They killed the buffalo Next to the riverbank The taxis drive over my feet And my eyes have dimmed In my little room at the top of the stairs With my Indian blanket and a pipe to share
I wish I were a hunter I’d give a thousand hides To spend a night with Pocahontas And discover how she felt In the morning in the green plains In the homeland that we have never seen
And maybe Marlon Brando Will be there by the fire We’ll sit and talk about Hollywood And what they rent you there And the Astrodome and the first tepee Marlon Brando, me and Pocahontas Marlon Brando, me and Pocahontas.
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