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Coyne |
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As I was walking through dusty streets, I heard some voices singing |
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Old and familiar tunes, I heard their voices ringing |
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Frankie Laine and Johnnie Ray, the old heart throbs singing |
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Then my girlfriend she squoze my arm, she said, "Son, you must, you must be dreaming" |
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Chorus: Shangri-La is a million miles away, you might see it on a clear blue day |
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Over the hills and far away (x2) |
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They're singing out. |
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Memories, sweet memories, let them flow down your way |
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Open up your lonely heart, open up your doorway |
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Frankie Laine and Johnnie Ray, the old heart throbs singing |
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Then my girlfriend she squoze my arm, she said: "Son, you must, you must be dreaming" |
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Chorus (x2) |
