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See it anyone, got my eyes got my face

sing it everyone, got my nose got my blood

VERSE:

conscience plays upon on me now

safe until my luck runs out

cuckoos call pendulum swings

thought you knew everything

lift my hands make the cross

CHORUS:

Sinner I have never learned

beginner I cannot return

forever I must walk this earth

like some forgotten soldier

VERSE:
These things I should keep to myself
but I feel somehow strangely compelled
under moonlight I stood wild and naked
I felt no shame, just my spirit awaken

Sinner

Seeing everything, got my eyes got my face

VERSE:
Fireball drop from the sky
all my dreams have come to pass
where’s my faith, is it lost
I can’t see it til I cast it off

CHORUS:
Sinner there is no such thing
beginner I have learned to sing
forever I must walk this earth
like some forgotten soldier

VERSE:
Today I am still disconnected
to the face that I saw in the clouds
and the closest I get to contentment
is when all of the barriers come down
(Sinner)
these things I should keep to myself
but I feel somehow strangely compelled
and the closest I get to contentment
is when all of the barriers come down

RIDE OUT: Gm C

(c) 1997 by Roundhead Music, administered by Wixen Music Publishing
(BMI)/Chrysalis Music Ltd. All rights in the US and Canada
administered by Chrysalis Music (ASCAP)

(Transcription by Marck Bailey)

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#VERSE:
Don’t ask the question

cos you won’t like the answer

get up off your chair

there’s nothing for you here

CHORUS:

Where the guests like souvenirs

they play with you til you’re all worn out

back there the guests like souvenirs

VERSE:
Prison colour blue
it’s a uniform of choice
count yourself lucky
and you don’t write the software

CHORUS:
and the guests like souvenirs
they play with you till you’re all worn out
back where the guests take photographs
they hope you had a good night

BRIDGE:

Loosen up your tie

make the viewers cry

I cannot pretend to cry

SOLO:

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VERSE:
Memorise by heart
every single part
there’s nothing for you here

CHORUS:
Where the guests like souvenirs
they play with you til you’re all worn out
back where the guests like souvenirs
they hope you had a good night

Each night I would fall

right off the stairs

no one’s in prayer (?)

CODA: (instrumental, no words)

G(III) A6/C# F#m D

G(III) A6/C# F#m E G

(c) 1997 by Roundhead Music, Administered by Wixen Music (BMI)

(Transcription by Marck Bailey)