[Originally by Iron Maiden]
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White man came across the sea
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He brought us pain and misery
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He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
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He took our game for his own need
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We fought him hard we fought him well
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Out on the plains we gave him hell
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But many came too much for cree
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Oh will we ever be set free?
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Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
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Galloping hard on the plains
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Chasing the redskins back to their holes
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Fighting them at their own game
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Murder for freedom a stab in the back
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Women and children and cowards attack
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Run to the hills run for your lives
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Run to the hills run for your lives
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Soldier blue on the barren wastes
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Hunting and killing their game
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Raping the women and wasting the men
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The only good indians are tame
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Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
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Enslaving the young and destroying the old
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Run to the hills run for your lives
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Run To The Hills
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Adhesive |