Don’ t tell me when something is beautiful,
And don’ t tell me how to talk to my friends.

Just tell me the names of the stars in the sky,
What’ s you favorite song,
And tell me the names of the lovers you had,
Before I come ……….

And don’ t put your arms around me,
And don’ t hold me tight,
Cause I could get used to the vision on paradise…

And don’ t ask me where all of the pain goes,
Cause you make me feel that I don’ t know myself,

You say that you want me forever and I…
I say love is no crime,
So tell me the names of the children we’ ll have,
At the end of the line.

And don’ t put your arms around me,
And don’ t hold me tight,
Cause I could get used to the vision on paradise…

And don’ t let me near the garden,
Or other delights,
Cause I could get used to the vision on paradise…paradise…paradiseeeee

And just you don’ t hurt enough your head,
What I fell apart in my bed,
I find myself aching for you,
I feel myself breaking in two.

So don’ t tell me when I should come home,
There might be a time you don’ t want me alone.

So don’ t build your wall around me,
And don’ t hold me tight,
Cause I could get used to the vision on paradise...paradise…paradiseeeee

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