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I'm in a golden temple |
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In a bombed out street |
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Feel the rough and tumble |
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Down where the borders meet |
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I hear the sandstorm's fallin' |
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Down where the tears have dried |
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And there's a west wind callin' |
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But I get no reply |
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And I kiss the ground |
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I kiss the ground |
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Nothin' around |
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There is no hidden karma |
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There is no sacred plight |
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There is no special amour |
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To take me through the night |
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I kiss the ground |
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I kiss the ground |
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Nothing around |
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I kiss the ground |
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I kiss the ground |
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Nothing around |
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Into the space between us |
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Into the words that say |
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That every law demeans us |
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Then every price you pay |
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There is no hidden karma |
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There is no sacred plight |
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There is no special amour |
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To take me through the night |
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I kiss the ground |
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I kiss the ground |
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Nothing around |
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I kiss the ground |
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I kiss the ground |
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I kiss the ground |
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Nothing around |
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I kiss the ground |
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There is no manna-mania |
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There is no banquet here |
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There is only ghettos |
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I kiss the ground |
