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buboco

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Verse 1

Morning climbs the window slow

The curtains breathe a little light

You are sleeping soft beside me

Everything is somehow right

A kettle hums a quiet tune

I let the minutes drift and stall

Nothing here needs fixing now

Nothing here needs much at all

Chorus

Another day in paradise

Is just your hand inside of mine

Another day in paradise

The kind I never thought I'd find

Oh oh oh

Post-Chorus

La la la

La la la

Another day another day

Verse 2

We walk the market past the stalls

You pick the peaches I pick the pears

A stranger whistles something old

And you are humming it downstairs

I carry bags and carry hope

Both are heavier than they seem

But you laugh at my umbrella

Folded wrong against the rain

Chorus

Another day in paradise

Is just your hand inside of mine

Another day in paradise

The kind I never thought I'd find

Oh oh oh

Post-Chorus

La la la

La la la

Another day another day

Bridge

Not a fortune not a throne

Just a kitchen and a phone

Just an evening slow to end

Just a person and a friend

Chorus

Another day in paradise

Is just your hand inside of mine

Another day in paradise

The kind I never thought I'd find

Oh oh oh

Post-Chorus

La la la

La la la

Another day another day

Another day another day

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