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Aurora boreAalis, the icy sky at night,
paDddles cut the water in a long and hurriAed flight,
from the white manE to the Gfields of greDen, A
in the homeEland we'veG never seen. D A
They killedA us in our tepee, they cut our women down,
they mightD have left some babies cryin' on the ground, A
but the firestEicks anGd the wagons come,D A
and the night fEalls on tGhe setting sunD. A
They massacrAed the buffalo, Kitty corner from the bank,
taDxis run across my feet and my eyes have turned toA blanks,
in my littEle box aGt the top of Dthe stairs, A
with my Indian Erug and a Gpipe to shareD. A
I wiAsh I was a trapper, I would give a thousand pelts
to sleeDp with Pocahontas and find out how she fAelt,
in the morninE' oGn the fields ofD green, A
in the homelEand we'veG never seen. D A
And maybe AMarlon Brando will be there by the fire,
we'll siDt and talk about Hollywood and the good things there for hirAe,
like the AstrodomeE and thGe first tepee, D A
Marlon Brando, E PocGahontas and meD, A
Marlon Brando, E PocGahontas and meD. A
PocahontasE. G D A
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