| Lonely pavements, shards of glass reflect the evening sky
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| And I think of peach blossom
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| Concrete tumours, competing greed and height
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| And all I see are Himalayas
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| I’ve heard about a place with trees
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| Where springs run clean through valleys and peaks
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| And the air can heal you as you breathe
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| Not like the smoke that fills these streets
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| I read about a place somewhere far
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| You can’t get there by car
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| Where misty vales hide mystery trails
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| I think they call it Shangri-La
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| All I see are Himalayas
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| (Boom)
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| Paradise waits
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| Only for the lonely
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| The escape
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| Freedom is a place
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| Let’s run away, I know the way
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| To somewhere far
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| They call it Shangri-La
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| (Boom)
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| Now think of peach blossom
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| All I see are Himalayas
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| Paradise waits
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| Freedom is a place, now
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| I think they call it Shangri-La
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| Where the proof machines and roofs block my view
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| And I just think of lost horizons
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| Drains engorged with filthy water
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| I make birdsongs out of sirens
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| I’ve heard about a place with trees
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| Where springs run clean through valleys and peaks
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| And the air can heal you as you breathe
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| Not like the smoke that fills these streets
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| Yeah, I read about a place somewhere far
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| You can’t get there by car
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| Where misty vales hide mystery trails
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| I think they call it Shangri-La
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| All I see are Himalayas
|
| (Boom)
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| Paradise waits
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| Only for the lonely
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| The escape
|
| Freedom is a place
|
| Let’s run away, I know the way
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| To somewhere far
|
| They call it Shangri-L
|
| (Boom)
|
| Now think of peach blossom
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| All I see are Himalayas
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| Paradise waits
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| Freedom is a place, now
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| I think they call it Shangri-La
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| I’m trading grey for green
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| I’m gonna throw it all away for my Utopian dream
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| The holy grail of fairy tales calls to me
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| And I’ve become my own queen
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| I’m never going back, no way, don’t wanna
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| I’m never going back, nirvana
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| I’m never going back, no way, don’t wanna
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| I’m never going back
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| All I see are Himalayas
|
| (Boom)
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| Paradise waits
|
| Only for the lonely
|
| The escape
|
| Freedom is a place
|
| Let’s run away, I know the way
|
| To somewhere far
|
| They call it Shangri-La
|
| (Boom)
|
| Now think of peach blossom
|
| And all I see are Himalayas
|
| Paradise waits
|
| Freedom is a place, now
|
| I think they call it Shangri-La
|
| Now think of peach blossom
|
| And all I see are Himalayas
|
| Paradise waits
|
| Freedom is a place, now
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| I think they call it Shangri-La
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| (Boom) |