| I took my love out for a walk into the rain
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| The time had come when we should talk things out again
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| (Where did you go?) I can’t recall
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| (What did you do?) Not much at all
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| The other side of paradise
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| Paradise
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| If we were perfect we would know perfect love
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| But we’re so different, we can’t go like a hand fits in a glove
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| (Where did you go?) I can’t recall
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| (What did you do?) Not much at all
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| The other side of paradise
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| Paradise
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| Paradise
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| The other side, the other side of your love
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| Well, I’ll cross that line
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| But that’s not enough
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| It’s too much
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| The other side, the other side of your love
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| Well, I’ll cross that line
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| But that’s not enough
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| No, it’s too much
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| But in the end it will depend on you and me
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| And if you still call yourself my friend, you soon will see
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| It’s in the way we treat ourselves and those all around
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| We must believe that we could help if we could
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| Fight against our prejudice and try to straighten out this mess
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| (What did you do?) I cannot recall
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| (Where did you go?) Not far at all
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| The other side of paradise
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| Paradise
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| Paradise
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| Oh-oh, ah |