Written by Kim Wilde
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Hidden away - It's the end of a day
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And you're not really thinking at all
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There's that same stupid paper on the wall
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And a stain where the damp's crawling
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Chorus:
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He's still looking for his Shangri-la
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But he wouldn't know it . . .
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If it hit him in the face
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If it hit him in the face
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Day turns to daze
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And indifference plays
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While a sun goes on beating in the sky
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And a small child falls over as she crys
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Somewhere someone is calling her
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Chorus
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She's still looking for her Shangri-la
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But she wouldn't know it . . .
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If it hit her in the face
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If it hit her in the face
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Spoken : I take a look behind me
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And the sun shines brighter there
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And the people are much more beautiful
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In a place without a care
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And I'm wondering if there'll ever be room for me
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in Shangri-la
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Wondering now - do you love me - and now
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As I burn with a dangerous desire
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Is our time up and on to the next fire
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Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire
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Do you think we will ever learn
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Chorus
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As we keep looking our Shangri-la...
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Our Shangri-la
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But we wouldn't know it . . .
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If it hit us in the face
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If it hit us in the face
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Shangri-la
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| Kim Wilde |
