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Saturday, January 12, 2008
Ils ne passeront pas?
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees Put em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see em Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
Hey farmer farmer Put away that d.d.t. now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took away my old man Dont it always seem to go That you dont know what youve got Till its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
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