The pale faces
Running free in the circle
There is no way to touch them
They have the seal to run
The people can show displeasures
Make bad jokes or ridicule in conversations
The pale faces don't care what transpire
They only care what they can draw for themselves
The day of dim lights
The pale faces want it that way
Running free in the circle
Let the grapevine joke bad about them
In their own circle
The pale faces smile and laugh
The way they get the seal
Now they can do as they like
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