Depois do filme de ontem, acordei e senti-me de certa forma nostálgico. Não procurei ouvir um Hendrix ou um Clapton. Nem uns Doors ou um Gainsbourg. Hoje o que sabia bem eram uns Kinks e o seu Arthur. Now that you've found your paradise/ This is your Kingdom to command/ You can go outside and polish your car/ Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la/ Here is your reward for working so hard/ Gone are the lavatories in the back yard/ Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car/ You just want to sit in your Shangri-la/ Put on your slippers and sit by the fire/ You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher/ You're in your place and you know where you are/ In your Shangri-la/ Sit back in your old rocking chair/ You need not worry, you need not care/ You can't go anywhere/ Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la
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