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  • Thompson
    The tears fall down like whisky
    The tears fall down like wine
    On an island made of c*****e
    In a sea of turpentine
    We all need some assistance
    But won't that day be fine
    When we're walking down the streets of Paradise
    Tar brush on the corner
    I've never seen him before
    He drank ten fingers of what they had
    Now his feet don't touch the floor
    He can't see me or this dirty old town
    He's got nothing to look for
    He's walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    I'd trade my silver mansion
    With a guard on every door
    I'd trade my wealth and treasure
    And the sash my father wore
    I'd trade my little sister
    And my brother who went before
    To be walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    I asked you for a racehorse
    Now don't hand me no mule
    I asked you for a fast car
    Don't you take me for a fool
    Just hand me down my telescope
    And a bullet I can chew
    I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
  • Thompson
    The tears fall down like whisky
    The tears fall down like wine
    On an island made of c*****e
    In a sea of turpentine
    We all need some assistance
    But won't that day be fine
    When we're walking down the streets of Paradise
    Tar brush on the corner
    I've never seen him before
    He drank ten fingers of what they had
    Now his feet don't touch the floor
    He can't see me or this dirty old town
    He's got nothing to look for
    He's walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    I'd trade my silver mansion
    With a guard on every door
    I'd trade my wealth and treasure
    And the sash my father wore
    I'd trade my little sister
    And my brother who went before
    To be walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    I asked you for a racehorse
    Now don't hand me no mule
    I asked you for a fast car
    Don't you take me for a fool
    Just hand me down my telescope
    And a bullet I can chew
    I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise
    Walking down the streets of Paradise