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C Am
Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar
C Am
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
G F Am C
I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine
Am C G
And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark
F
But I can start
C E Am F
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F
paradise
C Am
Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk
C Am
Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk
G F Am C
But there's a hole at the rainbow's end, now she works for a magazine,
Am C G
Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf
F
She can't help herself
C E Am F
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F
paradise
F C
Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
F
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
C Am
Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl
C Am
Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul
G F Am C
Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe
Am C G
And his begging bowl is sold, into the church
F
Into the search
C E Am F
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
Am
paradise
C E Am F
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F
paradise
End.
