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Hey, let´s get out of here
This bullet rain is getting to dense
The treason of the moon revealed your face
Follow me; I know a place
Way beyond the range of their arms
Follow me through the woods and you will see
Come; let me lead the way
The time is here for our retreat
Take my hand and I will give you peace
Hey, let´s get out of here
They`ve broken our last line of defense
Yor face was hard and proud. Your hands were cold
We ran through the rain with horses chasing our tracks
We flew above the endless plains leaving all behind our backs
We jumped from peak to peak; we crossed the rivers and the lakes
We were Indians in spirit and in grace

hudba a text: Sjur Miljeteig

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