While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Beatles


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 every 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
At you all
See the love
There that's sleeping
While my guitar, gently weeps
Look at you all

Still my guitar, gently weeps

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