The Door Into Summer

	  		
   

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With his fool's gold stacked up all around him 
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From a killing in the market on the war 
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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 
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And the laughter from a distant caravan 
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And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand 
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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 
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And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears 
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As he finds out there's been no one keeping score 


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