The Beatles – While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
See the love there that’s sleeping While my guitar gently weepsI look at the floor
And I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weepsI don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love I don’t know how someone controlled you They bought and sold youI look at the world
And I notice, it’s turning While my guitar gently weepsWith every mistake
We must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weepsI don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too I don’t know how you were inverted No one alerted youI look from the wings
At the play you are staging While my guitar gently weeps‘Cause I’m sitting here
Doing nothing but aging Still my guitar gently weepsDub the mic on the piano and quite low this
Just keep it in my maracas, you know You know, those old pianosOkay, we’re on
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