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[Verse 1]

Em
Arlington house, address: no fixed abode
   C                Em
An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road
Am          F      Am            F
He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock
Am F       
But  on and up like outstretched hands
Am        F
His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock


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Em


[Verse 2]

Em
Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
C                  Em
And an old woman filling out a  million baggage tags
Am          F Am   F
But when she gets thrown out,      three bags at a time
    Am   F      Am
She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with
F
She has bags of time


[Middle]

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Surrounded     by his past, on a short white line
Am9        Bm   Am9 Bm
He sits while cars  pass either side, takes  his  time
Dm Am  Dm Am
Trying to remember one  better day
Dm       F               G
A while ago   when people stopped to hear him say

C    F C  F
Walking  round you sometimes hear the sunshine
C F     C     F
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes

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Em


[Verse]
Em
Now she has walked enough through rainy town
C               Em
She rests her bag against his and sits down
Dm    Am Dm  Am
She's trying to remember one better day
Dm F     G
A  while ago when people stopped to hear her say


[Chorus]
C    F C F
Walking   round you sometimes hear the sunshine
C  F     C     F
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
C    F C F
Walking  round you sometimes hear the sunshine
C  F    C     F
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Eb F Eb       G
The   feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose


[Chorus]
C    F C F
Walking   round you sometimes hear the sunshine
C  F    C     F
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
C    F C F
Walking  round you sometimes hear the sunshine
C  F    C     F
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Eb F Eb       G
The  feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose