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For[A] all of our[E] languages we can't[A] communicate
For all of our[E] native tongues[F#m] we're all natives
here
Sons of[E] their[F#m] fathers' dream the[A] same dream
The sound[E] of forbidden[F#m] words becomes a scream
Voices
in[D] anger, vic[E]tims of history
Plundered[F#m] and set a[E]side, grown[A] 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 or 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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