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Hole in my head can't sleep for dreaming,
I'll be checking out some day.
No shades of red no room for breathing,
No regrets no hours away.
This jukebox won't play no Sinatra,
It just curses all night long.
There's no easy spoken mantra,
Put me back where I belong.

Late night parades a dreamers nightmare,
And the boys are closing in.
She's got no good reason to be there,
But her choices all seem slim.
Well chaos reigns in this old thumb screw,
Baffled lines of hers and his.
Oh shangri la why can't I find you
And your faded promises?

I've seen it in your eyes, a wanted man's disguise,
And a million bad highs.
The lights have all gone red,
The 4am dread,
Then you made sense like the star that you are,
Oh shangri la.

One vicious love after another,
A pointless nose, and shotgun shoes.
Would someone please show me some other,
Place to hang these dead boy blues.
The landlord won't place me an order,
Well he don't think that I should sleep.
His wife just sings me to the border,
But I can't think of her as cheap.

I've seen it in her eyes, a wanted man's disguise,
And a million bad highs.
The lights have all gone red,
The 4am dread,
Then you made sense like the star that you are,
Oh shangri la...

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