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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 When you called this place paradise You said that you'd be here to stay But nowadays it's not so nice You want to get away, but that's okay Years ago I found you on my windowsill Don't you know You should have flown away When you came You wanted all the finer things and Now you're sad Because I'm not the guy you hoped I'd be Can't you see what's in my mind All the symptoms of the blind And you called this place paradise You think that you're here to stay But wait until you see the truth You're going to run away, but that's okay After a while You started getting tired of me Well I know The feeling in your heart Because I'm aware Of the way that feelings work, but I don't care Not even from the start -- I'm still the same Now you're playing a game of hide-and-seek And I can see you're getting weak Do you still think of paradise Do you really want to stay If you can overcome yourself I won't bar the way. . . it's okay And now the end Is coming like a hurricane Twisting you around And round, around again While I sit In comfort in the needle's eye And laugh at you While you cry in pain -- don't look at me! I don't want to see what's in your eyes I'm blind, and I can only fantasize When you called this place paradise You said that you'd be here to stay But nowadays it's not so nice You want to get away, but that's okay |