The Souther-Hillman-Furay Band, Hillman, Souther, Furay - Trouble in Paradise

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Baby I was talking all night long trying to take it home long distance
I guess I lost my connection, I heard you slip away
And then it came in loud and clear, you only hear what you want to hear
And everybody here says 'Sonny boy, you’re on your way'
There’s trouble in paradise, the story don’t sound too nice
And you just can’t sleep at night in a solid gold room
There’s trouble in paradise, you never turn out those lights
You just can’t close your eyes in a solid gold room
Baby, you’ve been looking at the future and I know you think you found it
Now you wanna make me a hero, put me in a shiny suit
Now I don’t know where to put the blame, I guess everybody needs to have a name
But you never get to count the loot
There’s trouble in paradise, the story don’t sound too nice
And you just can’t sleep at night in a solid gold room
There’s trouble in paradise, too many sleep that night
They have no pride in a solid gold room
There’s trouble
Where the warm winds don’t blow
And the stars don’t seem to shine so bright
Nearly everybody knows, nearly nobody minds
You’ve been hanging at the stage door waving at the limousine
It’s the same cat life that we use in a graveyard scene
Tomorrow morning you go back to school, acting as if nothing has changed
Well, there’s no use playing if you’re winning at a losing game
There’s trouble in paradise, paying for everything twice
Too much half a price a little too soon
There’s trouble in paradise, you never turn out those lights
You just can’t close your eyes in a solid gold room
No no, you never can close your eyes in a solid gold room
No no no, there’s trouble