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Shangrila Out on the West side In the blinding night Oh why Where they swing their arms Out by the roadside Like a baby doll Oh why Damn, this floor is thumpin’ Spring released and My little girlfriend’s hanging light I feel the blood rush Pumpin’, haulin’ Late July Fire in the dance hall Honey where am I Stuck to the wall Out on the rim of space Up by the bandstand Don’t I know my place Always
