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Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
I m looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine
And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark
But I can start
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that s where their selling pieces of
paradise
Chat line operator, said she d meet me later for a walk
Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk
But there s a hole at the rainbow s end, now she works for a magazine,
Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf
She can t help herself
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that s where their selling pieces of
paradise
Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
Used to hang with Danny, who d drink away the money from his begging bowl
Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that s where he lost his soul
Now he s found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe
And his begging bowl is sold, into the church
Into the search
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that s where their selling pieces of
paradise
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that s where their selling pieces of
paradise
End.