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Hidden away - It's the end of a day |
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And you're not really thinking at all |
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There's that same stupid paper on the wall |
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And a stain where the damp's crawling |
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He's still looking for his Shangri-la |
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But he wouldn't know it ... |
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If it hit him in the face |
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If it hit him in the face |
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Day turns to daze |
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And indifference plays |
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While a sun goes on beating in the sky |
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And a small child falls over as she crys |
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Somewhere someone is calling her |
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She's still looking for her Shangri-la |
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But she wouldn't know it ... |
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If it hit her in the face |
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If it hit her in the face |
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Spoken : I take a look behind me |
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And the sun shines brighter there |
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And the people are much more beautiful |
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In a place without a care |
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And I'm wondering if there'll ever be room for me |
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In Shangri-la |
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Wondering now - do you love me - and now |
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As I burn with a dangerous desire |
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Is our time up and on to the next fire |
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Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire |
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Do you think we will ever learn |
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As we keep looking our Shangri-la... |
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Our Shangri-la |
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But we wouldn't know it ... |
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If it hit us in the face |
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If it hit us in the face |
