Steve Brooks — Paradise

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Steve Brooks - Paradise


CAPO: 2nd Fret



INTRO: C   G   C   F  C

                 G
I met her in the morning
      C
On my way down to the well
        F                            C      G
She was drawing out the water from a stone
          C          G
There was barely any warning
     Am             C
As I stumbled and I fell
     F                            C     G
On a path that I was walking all alone


           Am            F
Well, I've heard about a heaven
      C              G
Lying high above the sky
         Am              F
But they never said that heaven
         C             G
Could be looking in my eyes


CHORUS:
N.C.     C          G             Am
She gave Paradise a picture and a name
G        F             G            Am
And now, Paradise will never be the same
G   F             G            C
No, Paradise will never be the same


INTERLUDE: C   G   C   F  C


N.C.     C        G
It's not easy to imagine
         C
And it's harder to believe
       F                                C      G
As I'm struggling just to make my daily bread
     C              G
That I could be her Adam
         Am              C
Yes, and she could be my Eve
      F                             C    G
Lying naked in the fragrance of her bed


      Am             F
But I never meant to wrestle
         C              G
With her demons and her fears
      Am            F
And I never met the devil
        C                 G
Who was whispering in her ear


CHORUS:
N.C.       C                G           Am
'Til she'd take the name of Paradise in vain
G        F             G            Am
And now, Paradise will never be the same
G   F             G            C
No, Paradise will never be the same


INSTRUMENTAL: G   F  G     Am C G  C  G  Am  G F  G  F


N.C.    C               G
Now the summer shows no mercy
       C
As I'm searching for return
        F                                   C       G
And the leaves have gone and covered up the tracks
      C              G
Every garden has its serpent
      Am            C
Every apple has its worm
      F                           C     G
Maybe Paradise was never meant to last


    Am               F
But when the wind is blowing
     C               G
Out across the dusty plain
      Am              F
I can smell the roses growing
      C                G
I can almost taste the rain


CHORUS:
N.C.   C            G         Am
And if Paradise can ever be regained
G          F             G            Am
Well then, Paradise will never be the same
G   F             G            C       F   C
No, Paradise will never be the same
F             G            C       F   C
Paradise will never be the same		
    

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