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two little
three little indians
four little
two little
three little indians
four little
The suicide, the genocide
For the Indians, Indians
The signals, from heaven
The suicide, the genocide
For the Indians, Indians
The signals, from heaven
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ten little indians standing in a line
one stood looking at another man's wife
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ten little indians standing in a line
one stood looking at another man's wife
kickapoo
like those indians
i`m an indian
kickapoo
like those indians
i`m an indian
about a brave young indian you should remember well
from the tribe of pima indians
a proud and a peaceful band
about a brave young indian you should remember well
from the tribe of pima indians
a proud and a peaceful band
where's our sacred cowboy now?
where are the indians on the hill?
there's no indians left to kill
where's our sacred cowboy now?
where are the indians on the hill?
there's no indians left to kill
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indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. me and my -ah- mother and father - and a
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indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. me and my -ah- mother and father - and a
second class citizen
cry for the indians
die for the indians
second class citizen
cry for the indians
die for the indians