Nhạc sĩ: Phil Collins
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She calls out to the man on the street Sir, can you help me? It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep Is there somewhere you can tell me? He walks on, doesn't look back He pretends he can't hear her Starts to whistle as she crosses the street Seems embarrassed to be there Oh, things wise It's another day for you and me in paradise Oh, things wise Cause it's another day for you You and me in paradise You and me in paradise Oh, oh, oh She calls out to the man on the street He can see she's been crying She's got blisters on the soles of her feet She can't walk but she's trying Oh, things wise It's another day for you and me in paradise Oh, things wise Cause it's another day for you You and me in paradise Things wise It's another day for you and me in paradise Oh, things wise Cause it's another day for you You and me in paradise Paradise You and me in paradise Paradise You and me in paradise