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I look, at you all, see the love, there that's sleeping, |
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while my guitar, gently weeps. |
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I look, at the floor, and I see it needs sweeping, |
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still my guitar, gently weeps. |
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I don't know why, nobody told you, how to unfold your love. |
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I don't know how, someone controlled you, they bought and sold you. |
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I look, at the world, and I notice it's turning, |
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while my guitar, gently weeps. |
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With every mistake, we must surely, be learning, |
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still my guitar, gently weeps |
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I don't know how, you were diverted, |
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you were perverted, too. I don't know how, you were inverted, |
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no one alerted you. |
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I look, at you all, see the love, there that's sleeping, |
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while my guitar, gently weeps. Look at you all... |
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Still my guitar, gently weeps. |
