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For all the holes inside your pocket And all the times you sang the blues For every time you had a tear in your eye There is a dream that hides a secret And in your heart there lies a clue To everything you need and never say why
Hang high, we’ll get to Shanghai Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere
And all the angels will be dancing Their bodies softly swing and sway Heavenly delights, so bittersweet A midnight choir it will be singin’ Another hymn by Marvin Gaye Like every Saturday night on Desperate Street
Their saying hang high, we’ll get to Shanghai Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere Half a million places, yeah you really ought to be Give it up, forget them all and spend the night with me
And just hang high, we’ll call in Shanghai Hey there, we’ll call it somewhere
Hang high, we’ll get to Shanghai Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere
Hang high baby Shanghai baby |
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