| In the blood-red corridors of power
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| Will a gentle lama ever walk?
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| In the heartless temples of the state
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| Will a gentle lama ever talk?
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| Chances are nothing will ever change
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| Far too many jobs would be at stake
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| Secret armies watch us day and night
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| Far too few sitting for Buddha’s sake
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| Ah! |
| But all’s illusion, we are one
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| Life is but a dream, no birth, no death
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| We will contemplate the evernow
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| Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)
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| May our merit as we meditate
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| Shine a light on all who cannot see
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| Dedicate our work, it is our fate
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| To know what we are in reality
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| Ah! |
| But all’s illusion, we are one
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| Life is but a dream, no birth, no death
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| We who contemplate the evernow
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| Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)
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| In the blood-red corridors of power
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| Will a gentle lama ever walk?
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| In the heartless temples of the state
|
| Will a gentle lama ever talk?
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| Ah! |
| But all’s illusion, we are one
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| Life is but a dream, no birth, no death
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| We will contemplate the evernow
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| Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath) |