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Well, it's a paved paradise
They put up a parking lot
With a big hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot

Now don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put them in a tree museum
Then they charged the people
Dollar and a half just to see 'em

And don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
And they paved paradise, put up a parking lot

Hey, farmer, farmer
Put away that D.D.T. now
Give me the spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees, please

Now don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot

Well, late last night
She heard the screen door slam
And the big yellow taxi
Took away her old man, how about that?

Well, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
And they paved paradise, put up a parking lot
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Paved paradise, put up a parking lot

They put up a parking lot
Yeah, they put up a parking lot
Put up a parking lot
Put up a parking lot, stop it
They put up a parking lot, yeah

I said, stop it, no more parking lots
Build some parks, plant some trees

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