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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 you 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.
For 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 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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George Harrison

 

 

 


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