LYRIC

Leave out your money cuz I'm coming back for you
And I hear them calling our your name like it's bad news
And I bet when you get home you'll never feel brand new
Cuz in the end we'll wind up dead
With two things in the back of our heads
Ringing so softly, so softly and true

Paradise, must be nice
Heaven's loss, crying eyes
Paradise, must be nice
Heaven's loss, sharper knives

What would happen to our lives today
If everyone just went away?
I bet you would remember the day
You closed your eyes and lost your ways
But who's counting now?

Paradise, must be nice
Heaven's loss, dirt's surprise
Paradise, must be nice
Heaven's loss, euthanized

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