They come from far and wide
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Washed up on this crazy shore
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Brought by a lonely tide
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In search of their poor soul¡¯s core
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They¡¯ve got henna on their shoulders
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And pot smoke in their eyes
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Only know about the place that they¡¯re in
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From what it says on page 5
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Chorus:
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Sandalista,
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The pain of the world is your only relief
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Sandalista
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The words on your T-shirt your only belief
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They carry their water in pots
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She said as she lay on the beach
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There¡¯s soul in the slums that there¡¯s not
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Where your dreams are within your reach
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She met a guru in the hills of Ladakh
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Who found her chakra in the small of her back
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Varanasi told him all is one
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And Osho let him know that God is fun.
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Chorus
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Sandalista ¨Ï2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan
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Sandalista
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| The Unseen Guest |
