He came dancing across the water
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With his galleons and guns
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Looking for the new world
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In that palace in the sun.
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On the shore lay Montezuma
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With his coca leaves and pearls
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In his halls he often wondered
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With the secrets of the worlds.
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And his subjects
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gathered 'round him
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Like the leaves around a tree
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In their clothes of many colors
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For the angry gods to see.
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And the women all were beautiful
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And the men stood
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straight and strong
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They offered life in sacrifice
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So that others could go on.
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Hate was just a legend
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And war was never known
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The people worked together
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And they lifted many stones.
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They carried them
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to the flatlands
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And they died along the way
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But they built up
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with their bare hands
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What we still can't do today.
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And I know she's living there
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And she loves me to this day
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I still can't remember when
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Or how I lost my way.
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He came dancing across the water
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Cortez, Cortez
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What a killer.
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Cortez The Killer
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| Neil Young |
