Lonely tipi set in the sky
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Dancing circles on a summer night
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Children laughing at his expense
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Chucking more peanuts at a broken man
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He'll keep waving Tomahawk in hand
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His headdress is a flower
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He ain't no stinking coward
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I wish other people can see
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Noc-A-Homa
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Noc-A-Homa
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Noc-A-Homa
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Just like you and me
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Everybody's leaving and the lights are on
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He's got nowhere to lie when the crowd dissolves
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He's just trying to root for the team
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He's a one man tribe and a dying breed
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And if you stab at him, well he'll surely be
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His headdress is a flower
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He ain't no stinking coward
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I wish other people can see
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Noc-A-Homa
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Noc-A-Homa
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Noc-A-Homa
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Just like you and me
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Noc-A-Homa
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Noc-A-Homa
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Noc-A-Homa
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Just like you and me
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Noc-A-Homa
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| Black Lips |
