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M. Ward - Shangri-La |
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Up on the sun, this time tomorrow |
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Fly, walk, or run, but this time no sorrow |
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First stop, Jackson, next stop, Shangri-La |
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And I cannot wait to see the expression |
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on the face of my sweet lord |
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And back on the trail this time tomorrow, |
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by foot, wheel, or sail, but this time no sorrow |
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First stop, Jackson, next stop, Shangri-La |
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And I cannot wait to see the expression |
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on the face of my sweet lord |
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No, I cannot wait to hear you call my name |
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And forget me not, this time tomorrow |
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I gave all I got, but this time no sorrow |
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First stop, Jackson, next stop, Shangri-La |
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And I cannot wait to see the expression |
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on the face of my sweet lord |
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No, I cannot wait to hear you call my name |
