| As the sun rises in the east
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| As the wind blows the fog across the sea
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| As the hand of Man creeps across the face of the world
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| Caught in a web of glamours
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| Persian perfume and oriental eyes
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| Yogi in knots and Sufi wise
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| Master sublime and swami high
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| Through in some Voodoo on the side
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| And a dash of the old Kung Fu
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| Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue
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| Chapter six and verse eleven
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| If you wanna get to heaven
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| You’ve got to ask the Man who owns the Property
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| Ya gotta dance your dance
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| And do your act
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| And get His Big Attention that’s a natural born fact
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| I’m on my knees, one question please
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| Will the real God please stand up?
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| Jesus and Moses, Mohammed, and Sri Krishna
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| Steiner, Gurdjief, Blavatsky, and Bhudda
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| Guru Maharaji, Reverend Sun Myung Moon
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| On the banks of the Holy Nile
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| As the palm tree sways at the base of the sphinx
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| 'Neath a crescent desert moon many thousands younger than ours
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| In fact, forget about time completely
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| Think of it in the abstract please
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| Think of the swaying tropic trees
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| One of your many destinies
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| Like having a hot peyote tea
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| In the palace of Fu Manchu
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| Lord you got me strung out on eastern intrigue
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| Sell your wife and pawn your heater
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| Buy the new Bhagavad Gita
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| Do the pranayama 'til your spine gets sore
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| I’ll tell you for free
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| 'Cause God told me
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| We checked it with the Pope and so we all agree
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| I’m on my knees, one question please
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| Will the real God please sit down? |