There's that same stupid paper on the wall
And a stain where the damp's crawling

He's still looking for his Shangri-La
But he wouldn't know it if it hit him in the face, if it hit him in the face

Day turns to daze and indifference plays
While a sun goes on beating in the sky
And a small child falls over as she cries, somewhere someone is calling her

She's still looking for her Shangri-La
But she wouldn't know it if it hit her in the face, if it hit her in the face

I take a look behind me and the sun shines brighter there
And the people much more beautiful, in a place without a care
And I'm wondering if there'll ever be room for me in Shangri-La

Wondering now, do you love me, and now, as I burn with a dangerous desire
Is my time up and on to the next fire
Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire, do you think we will ever learn

As we keep looking for our Shangri-La, our Shangri-La
But we wouldn't know it if it hit us in the face, if it hit us in the face

If it his us in the face...  (repeats out)

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