Beneath the Bodhi
Don't you know, don't you know it's a little strange
When your life falls apart when you turn the page
Can't you see, can't you see it's so very strange
How you think, oh you think we're not the same
I wanna feel what's wrong with you
Maybe I've got the same thing, too
Come along, let me show you the overground
It's like a song, let it go they'll come sing it proud
Everyday, every way you shine down your light
There's a way, a way to crawl through the night
I wanna feel what's wrong with you
Maybe I've got the same thing, too
Called my friend Delilah she said, somethins' wrong inside ya
Oh, you know I don't have time for that now
Sat beneath the bodhi, but there's nothin' it could show me
Man, you know I don't have time for that now
I wanna feel what's wrong with you
Maybe I've got the same thing, too
Called my friend Delilah she said, somethins' wrong inside ya
Oh, you know I don't have time for that now
Sat beneath the bodhi, but there's nothin' it could show me
Man, you know I don't have time for that now
Called my friend Delilah she said, somethins' wrong inside ya
Oh, you know I don't have time for that now
Sat beneath the bodhi, but there's nothin' it could show me
Man, you know I don't have time for that now
When your life falls apart when you turn the page
Can't you see, can't you see it's so very strange
How you think, oh you think we're not the same
I wanna feel what's wrong with you
Maybe I've got the same thing, too
Come along, let me show you the overground
It's like a song, let it go they'll come sing it proud
Everyday, every way you shine down your light
There's a way, a way to crawl through the night
I wanna feel what's wrong with you
Maybe I've got the same thing, too
Called my friend Delilah she said, somethins' wrong inside ya
Oh, you know I don't have time for that now
Sat beneath the bodhi, but there's nothin' it could show me
Man, you know I don't have time for that now
I wanna feel what's wrong with you
Maybe I've got the same thing, too
Called my friend Delilah she said, somethins' wrong inside ya
Oh, you know I don't have time for that now
Sat beneath the bodhi, but there's nothin' it could show me
Man, you know I don't have time for that now
Called my friend Delilah she said, somethins' wrong inside ya
Oh, you know I don't have time for that now
Sat beneath the bodhi, but there's nothin' it could show me
Man, you know I don't have time for that now
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