From the land of stars and stripes he came
Seeking refuge from life's cruel game
In the heart of Costa Rica where dreams take flight
He sought a haven from the world's harsh light
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
With pockets empty and hopes forlorn
He settles in a place where dreams are torn
In the shadows of wealth he finds his abode
But paradise eludes on this rough road
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
Amongst the struggles he fights to thrive
In a world where survival is the only drive
Yet amidst the chaos he finds a spark
In the beating heart of a neighborhood dark
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
Though far from the paradise he sought
In the midst of hardship he found his lot
For in the resilience of a community's embrace
He discovered a different kind of grace
Onion Project - The other paradise Lyrics
Onion Project - The other paradise Lyrics
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From the land of stars and stripes he came
Seeking refuge from life's cruel game
In the heart of Costa Rica where dreams take flight
He sought a haven from the world's harsh light
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
With pockets empty and hopes forlorn
He settles in a place where dreams are torn
In the shadows of wealth he finds his abode
But paradise eludes on this rough road
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
Amongst the struggles he fights to thrive
In a world where survival is the only drive
Yet amidst the chaos he finds a spark
In the beating heart of a neighborhood dark
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
Though far from the paradise he sought
In the midst of hardship he found his lot
For in the resilience of a community's embrace
He discovered a different kind of grace
Seeking refuge from life's cruel game
In the heart of Costa Rica where dreams take flight
He sought a haven from the world's harsh light
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
With pockets empty and hopes forlorn
He settles in a place where dreams are torn
In the shadows of wealth he finds his abode
But paradise eludes on this rough road
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
Amongst the struggles he fights to thrive
In a world where survival is the only drive
Yet amidst the chaos he finds a spark
In the beating heart of a neighborhood dark
Oh the poor American lost in a foreign place
Renting in neighborhoods devoid of grace
Where the streets are worn and the paint peels away
Paradise fades in the light of day
Amidst gentrification's relentless pace
He finds solace in a humble space
Though far from the paradise he sought
In the midst of hardship he found his lot
For in the resilience of a community's embrace
He discovered a different kind of grace
Writer: Samael Quiros
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid