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. . . and then the river ends, ya leave the boat |
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& find you're walkin' . . the boat is floating |
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in your mind, although these words are talking |
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. . . this seems a very good place to sit & rest |
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a while before the chorus . . . |
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oh! & there's a feeling comin' to ya |
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oh! & then you're smilin' like a buddha |
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. . . the music draws you up a valley, & across |
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a mountain . . . ya gather round it like yer |
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gathering around a fountain . . . & when the |
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music is right, ya feel the spirit lockin' . . . |
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oh! & there's a feelin' runnin' through ya |
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oh! & yer smilin' like a buddha |
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there is magic in the air & it can take ya higher |
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ya take a breath, ya breathe it in & then ya catch a flier |
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when ya wake up on the floor ya see a golden morning |
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oh! from your sandal to your stupa |
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oh! & yer smilin' like a buddha |
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oh, while ya have the eyes |
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to look around |
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oh, while ya have the eyes |
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to carry into town |
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take the time to look |
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take the time to look . . . around |
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oh, while ya have the ears |
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to hear the sounds |
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oh, while ya have the ears |
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. . just hangin' 'round |
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take the time to hear |
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take the time to hear . . the sounds |
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& then yer seein' in a light ya didn't know was glowin' |
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& yer walkin' in a stream ya didn't know was flowin' |
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every beat of your heart open, love is formin' |
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oh! & there's a feelin' runnin' through ya |
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oh! & then yer smilin' like a buddha |
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oh! & there's a feelin' comin' to ya |
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oh! & yer smilin' like a buddha |
