Across this line you leave us with nothing
So you see there, mister, it's time to talk
I need room to walk
See there's something wrong with your plan
Staying right where I am
Across this line my people been living
For a whole lot longer than you walk there
And from what we can tell of your customs, mister
Forgive me for saying
You got lots to learn
Before you can say
We got to live your way
Across this line you leave us with nothing
But a life of hunger and pain you made
We don't like that trade
Put aside the map in your hand
Take a look at this land
When we are gone, the story is over
Generations suddenly swept away
To make another garden a desert, mister
Forgive me for saying
There's a lot to learn
Before you can say
We got to live your way
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