| Sitting here, waiting for, |
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Someone calling at my door, |
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Too bad, I'm getting out of love. |
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What's the use of changing things, |
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Wonder what tomorrow brings, |
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My Shangri-la has gone away, |
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Faded like the Beatles on Hey Jude |
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She seemed to drift out on the rain |
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That came in somewhere softly from the blue |
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I'm getting out of love (where is my Shangri-La?) |
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Clouds roll by and hide the sun, |
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Raindrops fall on everyone, |
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My Shangri-la has gone away, |
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Faded like the Beatles on Hey Jude |
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She seemed to drift out on the rain |
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That came in somewhere softly from the blue |
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