I've been around the world, and I wrote a million songsIt's all a bore to meI've slept in the gutter and I've lied with the dogsIt never bothered meSaid the sherrif he come to, with his little boys in blueThey been looking for me, childBut with my crystal-sheen guitar I'm another ego starSo give it to meGet me to the stage - it brings me home againThis is Shangri-La.I'm tripping on it now - it brings me home againThis is Shangri-LaI look bad in shorts, most of us doDon't let that bother meI'm the football who is who, and I don't believe in smackSo don't you die on meDon't you die on meCause love is all good people needAnd music sets the sick ones freeWithout love no one grows, nothing gonna ever singBecause if this Is Shangri-La, honeyAnd you have gathered for the feastMy bread is your body, the wine is blood childThe wine is blood babeThe wine isGive it to me!Get me to the stage - it brings me home againThis is Shangri-LaI'm tripping on it now - it brings me home againThis is Shangri-LaTake me to the stage - it brings me home againI'm tripping on it now - it brings me home againOh, yeaaa...
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