 Well here she comes through the trees
In her saffron robes and dangling beads
She's a special child, touching the Holy Sea
Where white no longer is pure
And red, the colour of the cure.
In San Francisco she lights a flame
And in Brazilian bars they chant his name
She's a special child who's playing the God-find game
Where white no longer is pure
And red the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away.
I don't want your guru
I don't need your paradise
I love you for what you are
Perfection's not mine
No more family, no more friends
No expectations now, no bitter ends
For she's a special child, with a castle she must defend
Where white no longer is pure
And red the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away.
I don't want your guru
I don't need your paradise
I love you for what you are
Perfection's not mine
Well, it's over now, I think I know
We tried to work it out, someone let go
I've got a special place, your bridge to the outside world
Where white no longer is pure
And red the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away.
I don't want your guru
I don't need your paradise
I love you for what you are
Perfection's not mine
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