Tekstovi: Bee Gees. Living Eyes. Paradise.

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Lonely people gathering there to be one,
gonna be the last time wasted,
gonna be seen to be gone.
Run a mile for the minute,
gonna mind another day without you in it.

And you,
you promised me paradise,
don't go back on your word,
no, you, you promised me paradise.

All my days of loving you under my skin.
Gonna be a wild, wild world
when nobody wants to give in.
Gonna call me on the hour,
gonna mind if I don't hear it,
I would hate to be you.

You promised me paradise,
don't go back on your word,
no, you, you promised me paradise.

Can you tell me if there's gonna be another reason to cry?
Will I be the last to know?
Unless we make another way of doing what we do,
we don't believe it anymore,
will I be the one to cry?

Problems, problems haunting me,
circle my head.
Gonna be a wild world,
let me hide away under your bed.
Run a mile for the minute,
gonna mind another day without you in it.

And you,
you promised me paradise,
don't go back on your word,
no, you, you promised me paradise,
you promised me paradise.
Ah.. Ah.. Ah... Ah...
You promised me paradise
Ah... ah..