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Intro: Verse D Am7 D With his fool's gold stacked up all around him D Am7 D From a killing in the market on the war A G D G The children left King Midas there, as they found him D Am7 D In his counting house where nothing counts but more A G D And he thought he heard the echos of a penny whistle band A G D And the laughter from a distant caravan A G D G And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand D C* C/B* C* D Fading through the door into summer D Am7 D Well, it's travel onto 'maybe next year' 's places D Am7 D As a trade-in for a name upon the door A G D G And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears D Am7 D As he finds out there's been no one keeping score Chorus (X2) Chorus (X2)
A G D And he thought he heard the echos of a penny whistle band A G D And the laughter from a distant caravan A G D G And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand D C* C/B* C* D Fading through the door into summer
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