| I remember him, he was very young
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| No one spoke like him, he was someone
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| And i carried on, like i couldn’t stop
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| All of it for us, baby
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| And you, you got in my way
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| Stood between me and my friends
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| It was my sin, it was my shame
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| You were unconscious to the pain i was in I hear there’s trouble in shangri-la
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| I run through the grass
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| I run over the stones
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| Down to the sea
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| Show me the way back, honey
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| I hear there’s trouble in shangri-la
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| I run through the grass
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| I run over the stones
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| Show me the way back… to the sea
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| With honor be it spoken
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| To understand this light that we carry
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| And let it light your way
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| Of course, you know, i generally take it Well, i make accommodations for you
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| And consider this…
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| Well, you used to be my love
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| I make excuses for you
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| You can consume all the beauty in the room, baby
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| I know you can, i’ve seen you do it And it brings up the wind
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| And it rises around you in pillars of color
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| But the promise has been broken
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| As you walk through the shadow of death
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| You try to see no evil
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| But you are so heartbroken
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| You say, dear god, make it stop!
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| Before the dawn of separation
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| Brings up the wind
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| Rises around you
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| I hear there’s trouble in shangri-la
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| In pillars of color
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| Trouble in shangri-la
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| I make accommodations for you
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| I guess we don’t believe
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| Things could go that far
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| We all believe in people…
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| That we think believe in god
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| Somewhere in the night…
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| Someone feels the pain
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| The ones who walk away
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| Try to love again… |