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Rose in Paradise
by Chris Young



She was a flower for the takin'
Her beauty cut just like a knife
And he was a banker for makin'
He swore to love her all his life

He bought her a mansion on a mountain
With a formal garden and a lot of land
The paradise became her prison
That Georgia banker was a jealous man

And every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
He'd say,
"I would walk through hell on Sunday
to keep my rose in paradise"

He hired a man to tend the garden
and keep an eye on her while he was gone
Some say they ran away together
Some say the gardener left alone

Now the banker is a noble man
And the mansions crumblin' down
He sits all day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found

And every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
He'd say,
"I would walk through hell on Sunday
to keep my rose in paradise"

Now theres a rose out in the garden
Its beauty cuts just like a knife
They say it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the night
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Lyrics submitted by Alexis.
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