C G C For all of our languages we can't communicateG Am For all of our native tongues we're all natives hereEm Am C Sons of their fathers' dream the same dreamG Am The sound of forbidden words becomes a screamF G Voices in anger, victims of historyAm G F G C Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride.C G C With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knivesContinúa después del anuncioG Am Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguiseEm Am C Saviours and conquerors they make us waitG Am The fishers of men they wave their truth like baitF G With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shameAm G F G C The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain.C G C For all of our languages we can't communicateG Am For all of our native tongues we're all natives hereEm Am C The scars of the past are slow to disappearG Am The cries of the dead are always in our earsF G Only the very safe can talk about wrong or rightAm G F G C Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fightC G C For all of our languages we can't communicate
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