| You film the dark in Technicolor
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| And I’ll be wrapped around your finger
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| If you’ve a lesson you can teach my heart
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| You rescued me out of a lake
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| So deep and dark with my mistakes
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| That I get wet whenever we’re apart
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| You are more than what I bargained for
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| You are my guiding star
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| You are, that’s what you are
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| You are my Shangri-La
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| You are, that’s where you are
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| Did I pretend to crave their souls?
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| To serve while kissing all their holes
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| Did I pretend to be their truest friend?
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| Another string, a bow of sin
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| My heart, a silent violin
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| At least you made me tune it in the end
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| You are more than what I bargained for
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| You are my guiding star
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| You are, that’s what you are
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| You are my Shangri-La
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| You are, that’s where you are
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| And if you want to run away for the day
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| I will stay by your side
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| But if you want to leave me here
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| Then my dear, I won’t fear suicide
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| More than I bargained for
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| You are my guiding star
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| You are, that’s what you are
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| You are my Shangri-La
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| You are, that’s where you are
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| You are my guiding star
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| You are, that’s what you are
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| You are my Shangri-La
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| You are, that’s where you are
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| You are, you are, you are
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| You are, you are, you are |