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Big yellow taxi |
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They paved paradise |
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And put up a parking lot |
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Witch a pink hotel, a boutique |
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And a swinging hot spot |
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Don't it always seem to go |
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That you don't know what you've got |
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Till it's gone |
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They paved paradise |
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And put up a parking lot |
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They took all the trees |
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And put them in a tree museum |
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And they charged the people |
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A dollar and a half just to see 'em |
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Don't it always seem to go |
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That you don't know what you've got |
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Till it's gone |
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The paved paradise |
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And put up a parking lot |
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Hey farmer farmer |
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Put away that D.D.T. now |
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Give me spots on my apples |
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But leave me the birds and the bees |
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Please! |
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Don't it always seem to go |
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That you don't know what you've got |
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Till it's gone |
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They paved paradise |
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And put up a parking lot |
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Late last night |
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I heard the screen door slam |
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And a big yellow taxi |
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Took away my old man |
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Don't it always seem to go |
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That you don't know what you've got |
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Till it's gone |
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They paved paradise |
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And put up a parking lot |