| 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 |