I¡¯m in a golden temple,
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in a bombed out street,
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feel the rough and tumble
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down where the borders meet.
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I hear a sandstorm falling
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down where the tears have dried
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and there¡¯s a west wind calling,
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but I get no reply.
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And I kiss the ground,
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I kiss the ground,
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nothing around.
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There is no hidden karma,
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there is no sacred plight,
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there is no special armour
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to take me through the night.
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I kiss the ground,
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I kiss the ground,
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nothing around,
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I kiss the ground.
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I kiss the ground,
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nothing around.
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Into the space between us,
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into the words that say
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that every law demeans us
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then every price you pay.
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There is no hidden karma,
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there is no sacred plight,
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there is no special armour
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to take me through the night.
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I kiss the ground,
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I kiss the ground,
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nothing around,
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I kiss the ground.
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I kiss the ground,
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I kiss the ground,
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nothing around,
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I kiss the ground.
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There is no manna-mania,
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there is no banquet here,
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there is only ghettoes.
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I kiss the ground.
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Kiss The Ground
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Simple Minds |