 Natives lyrics ( Moore christy )   
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Artist : Moore christy
Song : Natives
(composed by : Paul Doran)
For all of our languages, we can't communicate
For all of our native tongues, we're all natives
here
Sons of their fathers dream the same dream
The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream
Voices in anger, victims of history
Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed
pride
With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and
knives
Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in
disguise
Saviours and conquerors they make us wait
The fishers of men they wave their truth like
bait
With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence
turns to shame
The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in
the rain
For all of our languages, we can't communicate
For all of our native tongues, we're all natives
here
The scars of the past are slow to disappear
The cries of the dead are always in our ears
Only the very safe can talk about wrong and right
Of those who are forced to choose, some will
choose to fight
For all of our languages, we can't
communicate
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