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Oct 2013
Indian

And then

Then the earth was slain

Indian

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The mountains shake in grief

The people wander aimlessly

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I am here

(Indian)

Last of the brave

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We could write a Song forever but we choose

To ride with the ***** ******* and descimate the herds

To sit and watch them destroy seas and woods

To take the pharmaceuticals and forbid the herbs

We lame

We lame

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Indian

The sun within the cryin hills

Indian

Within a dyin world

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Written by
jeffrey robin
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