With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
from a killing in the market on the war
the children left king midas there, as they found him
in his counting house where nothing counts but more
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and he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle band
and the laughter from a distant caravan
and the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
fading through the door into summer
Well, it's travel onto "maybe next year" 's places
as a trade-in for a name upon the door
and he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears
as he finds out there's been no one keeping score
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