video1.0Network.huhttp://network.hu/The Door Into Summer The Monkeeskustragaborhttp://network.hu/kustragabor<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://dalszoveg.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=468788&amp;pvol=40&amp;plang=hu&amp;host=http://dalszoveg.network.hu" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed src="http://dalszoveg.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=468788&amp;pvol=40&amp;plang=hu&amp;host=http://dalszoveg.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" /></object>424345167The Door Into Summer The Monkees
Songwriters: Martin, Bill / Douglas, Chip
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
CHORUS:
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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