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Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls
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At coconut fur that hides behind
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Coloured shades that blind your eyes
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Every child's mother holds an ice-cream cone, they circle round
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Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in the tent where no one goes
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A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor
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He's clogged and clothed in saffron robes
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His beads are all he owns
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Slow down, slow down
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Someone must have said that slowed him down
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Slow down, slow down
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It's pictured on the arms of the Karma Man
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Fairy tale skin, depicting scenes from human zoos
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Impermanent toys like peace and war
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A gentle face you've seen before
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Karma Man tattooed on your side, the wheel of life
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I see my times and who I've been
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I only live now and I don't know why
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I struggle hard to take these pictures in, but
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All my friends can see is just the pinkness of his skin
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Slow down, slow down
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Someone must have said that slowed him down
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Slow down, slow down
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It's pictured on the arms of the Karma Man
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Slow down, slow down
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Someone must have said that slowed him down
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Slow down, slow down
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It's pictured on the arms of the Karma Man
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Karma Man
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| David Bowie |
