I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
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The years have made me old but they've made me wise
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Now the white man lives where our rivers run
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For now better days have passed
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We walk the streets of broken glass
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Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun
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Like dogs we were driven from this place
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Such injustice, time will not erase
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All these changes cannot be undone
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When you feel the anger inside of you
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Hold your head high - let your aim be true
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Though your heart beats like a drum
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My native son
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Once there was a time my little one
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Before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns
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When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies
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No white flag - no broken truce
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With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it
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Time won't heal it now
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With each new day that comes to pass
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Will the great spirit free us all at last?
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He said we were the chosen ones
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For all we had there's nothin' left
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We won't forgive - we can't forget
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You know that your day will come
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My native son
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With each new day that comes to pass
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Will the great spirit free us all at last?
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What has happened can never be undone
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When I was young - not yet a man
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The sun rose and set upon our land
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We were the chosen ones
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My native son
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Native Son
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| Bryan Adams |
