I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
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While my guitar gently weeps.
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I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
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Still my guitar gently weeps.
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I don’t know why nobody told you, how to unfold your love
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I don’t know how someone controlled you.
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They bought and sold you.
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I look at the world, and I notice it’s turning
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While my guitar gently weeps.
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From every mistake we must surely be learning
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And still my guitar gently weeps.
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I don’t know how you were diverted
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You were perverted too.
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I don’t know how you were inverted
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No one alerted you.
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I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
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While my guitar gently weeps.
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Look at you all...
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Still my guitar gently weeps.
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
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| The Jeff Healey Band |
