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THE FOOL ON THE HILL
by The Beatles (1967)

D[D]ay after day a[Em]lone on the hill,
T[D]he man with the foolish grin is keeping p[Em]erfectly still,
B[Em]ut nobody wants to k[A]now him,
They c[D]an see that he's just a f[Bm]ool,
And [Em]he never gives an[A] answer,
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But th[Dm]e fool on the hill
Sees th[Bb]e sun going down,
And the[C] eyes in his head,
See the[Dm] world spinning around.
W[D]ell on his way h[Em]is head in a cloud,
T[D]he man of a thousand voices talking pe[Em]rfectly loud
Bu[Em]t nobody ever h[A]ears him,
Or the so[D]und he appears to m[Bm]ake,
And h[Em]e never seems to [A]notice,
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[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
[Em]Nobody seems to [A]like him
They can t[D]ell what he wants to [Bm]do.
And h[Em]e never shows his fe[A]elings,
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[Em]He never listens[A] to them
He knows t[D]hat they're the fools[Bm]
They [Em]don't [A]like him
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