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Thompson |
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The tears fall down like whisky |
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The tears fall down like wine |
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On an island made of cocaine |
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In a sea of turpentine |
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We all need some assistance |
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But won't that day be fine |
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When we're walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Tar brush on the corner |
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I've never seen him before |
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He drank ten fingers of what they had |
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Now his feet don't touch the floor |
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He can't see me or this dirty old town |
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He's got nothing to look for |
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He's walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Walking down the streets of Paradise |
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I'd trade my silver mansion |
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With a guard on every door |
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I'd trade my wealth and treasure |
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And the sash my father wore |
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I'd trade my little sister |
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And my brother who went before |
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To be walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Walking down the streets of Paradise |
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I asked you for a racehorse |
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Now don't hand me no mule |
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I asked you for a fast car |
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Don't you take me for a fool |
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Just hand me down my telescope |
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And a bullet I can chew |
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I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Walking down the streets of Paradise |
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Walking down the streets of Paradise |
