| I heard about a man, walkin' on the water
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| He had hope in his eyes
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| He didn’t wear a crown or have any money
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| He didn’t have any lies
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| He had holes in his pockets
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| He had holes in his hands
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| He looked like an outlaw talkin' to his lover
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| He was a spiritual man
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| I wanna be a prince, not a king or a warrior
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| I wanna have a special light in my eyes
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| Wanna climb up a mountain, find a tree of wisdom
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| I wanna feel good when I cry
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| And maybe someday I could be a teacher
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| I want that karma when you touch my hand
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| I’ll walk through the streets
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| Talking to the homeless in winter
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| I wanna be a spiritual man, yeah
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| I heard about a man who was born in the desert
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| He rode for days and nights across the sand
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| And one day, he came upon an angel
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| The angel said, «Hey you, you’re gonna be a spiritual man!»
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| Last night I saw a man walkin' toward a club in Harlem
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| He had a black case in his hands
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| Went through the back door and pulled out his gold companion
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| He closed his eyes and played all night LONG like a self-taught spiritual man |