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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


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