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Guns & Roses – Paradise City

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty, I want to breath
Take me home

Just a urchin living under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case so buy me something to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

Rags to riches or so they say
Ya gotta keep pushing for the fortune and fame
It's all a gamble when it's just a game
Ya treat it like a capital crime
Everybody's doing the time

CHORUS:

Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here I can't quite remember
The surgeon general says it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette but I can't see
Tell me who you're gonna believe

CHORUS

So far away
So far away
So far away
So far away[/f]

Captain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester with a broken heart
He said Turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind "are you blind?"
I've seen it all a million times