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Vaikuntha!
05:42
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Nobody told me
that this life would end
But I guess that I figured it out,
I don't know how you couldn't
Oh, where do we go?
Oh, how do you know?
Oh, where do we go?
Oh, how do you know?
Well nobody told me
That time counts our days
But we've got clocks and we've got calendars
Watching time fly away
And when it's over
Tell me what happens then?
Well may be it's nothing at all
In that case why would we bother
Oh, where do we go?
Oh, tell me if ya know!
Oh, where do we go?
Oh, doesn't anybody know?!
I dreamed of a place where there's stars and there's elephants
How do we get there? well once I've been told...
There's this way, and there's that way, but they all say
Just to make yourself known to the one who calls it home
Make yourself known, to the one who calls it home...
Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha
Take me to Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha
Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha
Take me to Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha...
Imagine a place where there is no anxiety
No fear to chain you down, nothing to hide
All knots within the heart will be untied
And your soul will be satisfied
Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha
Take me to Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha
Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha
Will we make it to Vaikuntha, Vaikuntha...
They say when you get there
That you'll never return
Is it my turn?
Take me, take me, take me,
Take me home!
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Auckland?
03:36
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So I cried out into the middle of the night
Until my voice was worn out, choked and tight
Where are you, how are you, what are we doing here?
If I reach out, if I shout, will I somehow call you near?
You have broken my shell it won't last any longer
Do what I need to do to make myself stronger
Go if you need to go
When you come back let me know
Go if you need to go
When you come back let me know
Please dance on the lotus of my heart
I call out your name when I feel far apart
I want to explode into ecstatic love for you
Will I find you, let me bind you, I'm the servant of the servant
(of the servant, of the servant, I'm the servant of the servant) x2
The water is warm I have made it my home
And the more I belong is the deeper I go
So I hope you will see that I've grown
In the time that you leave me alone
I hope you will see that I've grown
In the time that you leave me alone
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3. |
Turtle Shell.
07:26
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You make me shy
You make me shy, that's what I like
You keep me calm
You keep me calm, that's what I want
You to me are a shell to the sea
You keep me safe in waters deep
A shelter I can retreat inside
You are where I hide
For you I swim on
Though the current is strong
I found what I seek
Truth, knowledge and inner peace
A gentle cove away from the splashes of seafoam
With you I've made my home
So shelter me until there's nothing to flee (from)
You are all I need
Hide me
Be my shell
Shade me from direct sunlight
Love my smell
Save me,
You were made for me
Last me, only time will tell
Be my turtle shell
(be) my turtle shell x4
Where the water is warm
That's where I like best
When the sun is half finished setting
That's when I take rest
You make it easy for me
As far as I can see
Against the current we swim so fearlessly
Could it be, you set me free
Hide me
Hold me
Know me well
Last me
Save me
Be my turtleshell
(be) My turtle shell x4
[outro : turtles swimming in the ocean!]
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