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Said, I've been around the world |
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Wrote a million songs, it's all a bore to me |
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I've slept in the gutter and |
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I've lied with the dogs |
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It never bothered me |
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Said, the sheriff he come too with his little boys in blue |
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They been lookin' for me, child |
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But with my crystal sheen guitar, |
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I'm another ego star |
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So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, yeah, yeah |
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Get me to the stage, it brings me home again |
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This is Shangrila |
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I'm trippin' on it now, it brings me home again |
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This is Shangrila |
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Said, I look bad in shorts but most of us do |
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Don't let that bother me |
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I'm a [Incomprehensible] knows who and |
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I don't believe in smack |
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So don't you die on me, babe, don't you die on me' |
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Cause love is all good people need |
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And music sets the sick ones free |
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Without love no one ever grows |
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Nothing will ever sing |
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Because this is |
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Shangrila, honey |
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And you have gathered for the feast |
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My bread is your body, the wine is blood, child |
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The wine is blood, babe |
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The wine is, give it to me |
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Get me to the stage, it brings me home again |
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Sing it, this is |
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ShangrilaI'm trippin' on it now, it brings me home again |
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This is Shangrila |
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Get me to the stage, it brings me home again |
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I'm trippin' on it now, it brings me home again |
