Paradise

Why talk with no answers Nobody callin' me I feel I'm on the outskirts Of California dreams I'm asking every question But no one seems to know why I'll tell you all my secrets I know you listen When you ask me if I mean it Nobody cares enough But finally you see it And now you wanna know why Wanna know why Well I don't wanna take the road of another But I don't wanna be the last to arrive I just wanna hold the hand of another Like I'm living in my own paradise One foot on the border The vultures wait on Every crux and every corner I shook the hands of fate To step out of the order Don't throw me back in the line Days turn into seasons I'm tryin' to change the pace And give you all the reasons This path is worth the pain I know we'll finally see it And maybe then you'll know why Then you'll know why Well I don't wanna take the road of another But I don't wanna be the last to arrive I just wanna hold the hand of another Like I'm living in my own paradise I can see it fill the horizon Technicolor dreams, coming to life Well I don't wanna take the road of another But I don't wanna be the last to arrive I just wanna hold the hand of another Like I'm living in my own paradise Well I don't wanna take the road of another But I don't wanna be the last to arrive I just wanna hold the hand of another Like I'm living in my own paradise (In my own paradise)

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