text: I look at you all, see the love there thats sleeping
  While my guitar gently weeps
  I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
  Still my guitar gently weeps
  I dont know why nobody told you
  How to unfold your love
  I dont know how someone controlled you
  They bought and sold you
  I look at the world and I notice its turning
  While my guitar gently weeps
  With every mistake we must surely be learning
  Still my guitar gently weeps
  I dont know how you were diverted
  You were perverted too
  I dont know how
  You were inverted
  No one alerted you
  I look from the wings at the play you are staging
  While my guitar gently weeps
  As I’m sitting here, doing nothing but aging
  Still my guitar gently weeps
  [Outro}
  Dab the mic on the piano, and quite low, this, just keep it in like, maracas you know. You know those old pianos
  Okay were on. Mouth