(Joni Mitchell)
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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With a pink hotel, a botique, and a swinging hot spot
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Don't it always seem to go
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That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum
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And then they charged all the people
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twenty-five bucks just to see 'em
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Don't it always seem to go
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That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now
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Give me spots on my apples
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but leave me the birds and the bees, please
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Don't it always seem to go
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That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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Don't it always seem to go
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That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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Late last night I heard the screen door slam
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And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man
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Don't it always seem to go
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That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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Don't it always seem to go
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That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
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Hey, they steamrolled paradise... for a parking lot
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Big Yellow Taxi
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| Amy Grant |
