| On the land beyond the beach
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| Where the smell of flowers feels the air
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| There’s a man beyond your reach
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| There’s no trouble that can touch from there
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| He’s the ruler of the island, citizens will suffer for
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| His life
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| They go hungry everyday, sing to me a case of far-off
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| Place.
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| There’s something wrong in Paradise
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| Now someone’s got to pay the price
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| I’m sorry sir I can’t be nice, there’s something wrong
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| In Paradise.
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| Eating up the grapes and fruits in a garden that’s
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| Beyond compare
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| He don’t ever have to move, servants cared up to his
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| Ev’ry care
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| He’s so fool and violent wrong, he’s oblivious to Maidens gone
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| Bits so hungerly and moans, not so distant from his
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| Safety zone.
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| There’s something wrong in Paradise
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| Now someone’s got to pay the price
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| I’m sorry sir but I’m not blind, there’s something
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| Wrong in Paradise.
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| On the land beyond the beach
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| There the smell of bloodshed feels the air
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| And a man beyond your reach
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| He’s asleep and doesn’t seem to care
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| There’s a banging at his door, it’s the rebel army on Before
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| Now they’re pretty wrong their way acting so much like
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| The man they hate.
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| There’s something wrong in Paradise
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| Now someone’s got to pay the price
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| I’m sorry sir I won’t be nice, there’s something wrong
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| In Paradise
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| So many wrong in paradise… |