Placeholder: Wash away my troubles Wash away my pain Tell me how does your light shine Wash away my sorrow I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes On the road to Shambala I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes On the road to Shambala Wash away my troubles Wash away my pain Tell me how does your light shine Wash away my sorrow I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes On the road to Shambala I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes On the road to Shambala

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Wash away my troubles Wash away my pain Tell me how does your light shine Wash away my sorrow I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes On the road to Shambala I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes On the road to Shambala

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