While My Guitar Gently Weeps sing and play along

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 ed you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning while my guitar gently weeps.

For ev'ry mistake we must surely be learning;

still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know why

you were diverted;

you were perverted, too.

I don't know how

you were inverted,

no one alerted you.

I you.

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