| Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please
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| can you help a little peasant
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| that’s begging on her knees
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| illusion fills my head like an empty can
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| spent a million lifetimes loving the same man
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| Whoa! |
| Every drop that run through the vein
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| always makes it’s way back to the heart again
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| and by the way you look fantastic
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| in your boots of chinese plastic
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| Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too,
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| Govinda I am still in love with you
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| I see you in the birds and in the trees
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| that’s why they call me Krishna Mayee
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| Whoa!
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| Every drop
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| that run through the vein
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| always makes it’s way back
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| to the heart again
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| and by the way
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| you look fantastic
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| in your boots
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| of chinese plastic
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| Hofra told us we should tolerate the people
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| and the things that make me wanna hate
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| oh have a little mixed mercy on me,
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| this seasoned beauty in this human pageantry
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| Jesus Christ came down here as a living man
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| if he can live a life of virtue then I hope I can
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| unto others as you would have a turn
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| back here and repeat until you learn, learn, learn
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| Whoa! |
| Every drop that run through the vein
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| always makes it’s way back to the heart again
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| every dog that lived his life
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| on a chain knows
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| what it’s like WAITING FOR NOTHING!
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| and by the way you look fantastic
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| in your boots of chinese plastic |