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