| Sister Buddha takes the all-night bus
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| Sister Buddha looking for the thing that makes her buzz
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| Sister Buddha wakes up far from home
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| And all she knows
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| There's an itch that she's dying to scratch
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| Her face, it glows, her skin
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| You step across the lonely threshold of your selfish mind
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| And embrace the loving goodness of your humankind
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| And if God won't show her face
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| Fall upon your inner soul's embrace
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| And I'll send you all the love that I can find
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| Sister Buddha checking out the scene
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| Sister Buddha works the catwalk, serves the coffee bean
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| Sister Buddha ran the streets with all the usual boys
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| But there has to be more than the thrills that fills the circus ring
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| Step across the lonely threshold of your selfish mind
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| And embrace the wayward goodness of your humankind
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| And if God won't show her face
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| Fall upon your lonely soul's embrace
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| And I'll send you all the prayers that I can find
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| And if God won't show her face
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| Fall upon your loving soul's embrace
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| And I'll send you all the love that I can find |