i look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping,
while my guitar gently weeps.
i look at the floor and i see it needs sweeping;
still my guitar gently weeps.
i don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love,
i don't know how someone controlled you,
they bought and sold you.
i look at the world and i notice it's turning,
while my guitar gently weeps.
with ev´ry mistake we must surely be learning;
still my guitar gently weeps.
i don't know how you were diverted,
you were perverted too.
i don't know how you were inverted,
no one alerted you.
i look from the wings of the play you are staging,
while my guitar gently weeps.
as i'm sitting here doing nothing but ageing;
still my guitar gently weeps.

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