How can you buy or sell the sky
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Or the warmth of the land it's strange to us
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We don't own the freshness of the air
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Or the sparkle of the water
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How can you buy them from us
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The white man doesn't understand our ways
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For he's a stranger who comes in the night
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And takes from the land just what he needs
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Oh yeah
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He treats his brothers like his enemies
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When it's completed he moves on
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He leaves his father's grave and his birthright
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His birthright is forgotten
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The air is precious to the red man
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For all things share the same breath
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The white man won't notice the air he breathes
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Like a man dying for many days
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All right now
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The whites must treat the beasts of his land
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As his brothers not his enemies
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Tell me what is man without the beasts
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I'll bet he will die of loneliness
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One thing we know that the white man will
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We know our god is the same god
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You may think you wish to own him
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Own him as you wish to own our land
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But he is the body of man
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And the earth is precious to him
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Continue to contaminate your bed
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And you will suffocate in your waste
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Into the Void (Sealth)
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| Soundgarden |
