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Yeah,yeah... |
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She calls out to the man on the street |
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Sir, can you help me |
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It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep |
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Is there somewhere you can tell me |
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He walks on, doesn't look back |
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He pretends he can't hear her |
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Starts to whistle, as he crosses the street |
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Seems embaressed to be there |
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Oh, think twice |
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Cause it's another day for you and me in paradise |
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Oh, think twice |
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Cause it's another day for you you and me in paradise |
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Think about it, oh yeah |
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She calls out to the man on the street |
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He can see she's been crying, yeah |
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She's got blisters on the soles of her feet |
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She can't walk but she's trying |
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You and me in paradies, you and me |
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Just think about it, yeah just think about it |
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Oh yeah, think about it |
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Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do |
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Oh Lord, there must be something you can say |
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You can tell from lines on her face |
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You can see that she's been there yeah |
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She's probably been moved on from every place |
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Cause she didn't fit in there |
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Yeah yeah, oho yeah, oho yeah |
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Just think about it, think about it, oh yeah |
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It's just another day for you and me in paradies |
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It's just another day for you and me in paradies |
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It's just another day for you, you and me in paradies |