Phil Collins - Another Day In Paradise
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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He starts to whistle as he crosses
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the street, seems embarassed to be there
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Oh, think twice,
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it's just another day for you and me in paradise
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Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you,
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You and me in paradise
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She calls out to the man on the street,
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he can see she's been crying
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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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Oh, just think twice,
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it's just another day for you and me in paradise
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Oh yes, think twice,
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it's just another day for you,
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you and me in paradise
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Just think about it, aha, just 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 by the lines on her face,
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you can see that she's been there
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Probably they moved on from everyplace,
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'cos she didn't fit in there
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Oh yes, think twice,
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it's just another day for you and me in paradise
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Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you
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you and me in paradise
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Just think about it, aha, just think about it
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It's just another day for you and me in paradise
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It's just another day for you and me in paradise
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It's just another day for you and me in paradise
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It's just another day for you and me in paradise
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It's just another day for you,
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it's another day for you and me
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It's another day for you and me in paradise
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In paradise, oho, oho, oh yeah
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