The way I've fallen down to unfold the unknown
To us they exist, for them we're god
It's all in place yet so distant
Centuries have passed
Time left them by
Trapped within their own will scared of change
Defying nature's course so far they've come
Building their lives with their bare own hands
Without a knowledge of world outside
The tribe lives on and on
We see the birds they fly
We want, we want to fly
The fire that fills our sky
We want to light the sky
We don't want your gold
We don't want your stories
We don't want your guns
We don't want your glories
We just want to be left alone

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