| There are thieves outside of our window
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| They don’t belong, they don’t belong
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| Is there nothing sacred or hallowed
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| It’s time to move on, we’ve got to move on
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| And leave this all behind
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| Cause this house is getting colder
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| These shadows will not die
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| They’re haunting every corner
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| The ghost of Shangri La
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| There are visions in every doorway
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| They’re never gone, they only haunt
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| Where these spirits bring only heartache
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| I try to stay strong, I try to hold on
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| But I’m slipping from inside
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| And these children at my shoulder
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| They don’t see the tears I cry
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| Still fighting to get over
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| The ghost of Shangri La
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| And this house is getting colder
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| These shadows will not die
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| They’re haunting every corner
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| The ghost of Shangri La
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| And these children at my shoulder
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| They don’t see the tears I cry
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| Still fighting to get over
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| The ghost of Shangri La |