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verse 1
N.C.
The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise
N.C.
And all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them
N.C.
And all the mothers stepped away from their babies
N.C.
Leaving them open and easy to handle
G
The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise
G
They took some for now and they got some for later
G
And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet hole in them
G
And they filled up the cages with pets for their children
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What a strange, strange world we live in
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Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
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What a strange, strange world we live in
C Bbmaj7 Gm
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
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verse 2
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The owner and the manager went walking through paradise
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And all the shelves were filled with awards and achievements
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And on every corner, a power presentation
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And on every floor, an army of workers
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The owner and the manager went walking through paradise
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And all their charts showed so much promise and progress
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No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes
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And they wandered towards home, kings of their castles
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What a strange, strange world we live in
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Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
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What a strange, strange world we live in
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Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
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verse 3
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The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise
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And all the sick were around them with fevers unbreaking
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Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking
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And arms outstretched, prescription-collecting
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The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise
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Pressed suits in a courtroom, aroma of chloroform
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And they smiled at the judge, disposition so sunny
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Cause they didn't have the cure but sure needed the money
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What a strange, strange world we live in
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Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
C Bbmaj7 Gm Bb Gm Bb
What a strange, strange world we live in
C Bbmaj7 Gm
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
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Outro
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Written by Regina Spektor