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DGay after day, aC/Glone on a hill, the mGan with the foolish grim is keeping C/Gperfectly still. But Am7nobody wants to knDow him, they can sGee that he’s just aEm7 fool, a Am7he never gives an Danswer.
Cm Cm/G Cm But the fool on the hill
sees the D#/Gsun going down, and the Cm6eyes in his head see the Dm/Gworld spinning round. G
Well on the way, head in a cloud, the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make, and he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill... [G C/G] x2 And nobody seems to like him, they can tell what he wants to do, and he never shows his feelings. But the fool on the hill... [G C/G] x2 He never listen to them, he knows that they’re the fools, they don’t like him. The fool on the hill...