Big Yellow Taxi - Counting Crows, Vanessa Carlton

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot

Don’t it always seem to go That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone

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

And then they charged all the poeple twenty-five bucks just to see 'em

Don’t it always seem to go That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

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Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now

Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please

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

I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot

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

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Late last night I heard the screen door slam

And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man

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

Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop

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

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Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot

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Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot

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