Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar
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Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
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I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine
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And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark
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But I can start
C E Am F
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
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Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
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paradise
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Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk
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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,
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Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf
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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
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Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
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Ooooooooooooooooooooo
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Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl
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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
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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
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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
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paradise
End.
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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
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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.
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