Farewell to the Fairground White Lies Capo on the 4th fret [Am] [C] [D] The [Am]lights still in our eyes, We're leaving this old fairground be[C]hind, It's a d[D]ream that's growing cold. The c[Am]ircus never dies, The act forever haunts these [C]skies, I k[D]now we cannot stay. [F]Farewell [G]to the[Am] fairground,[Em] these rides aren't [G]working any more. [F]Goodbye [G]to this [Am]dead town,[Em] until the [G]ice begins to thaw. [Am] [C] [D] This [Am]place used to gleam, I'd see it in m (guitaretab.com)