I look at you all,
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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,
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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, 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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With every mistake, we must surely be learning,
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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. 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,
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see the love there that's sleeping,
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while my guitar gently weeps. 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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| Peter Frampton |
