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 why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
but still my guitar gently weeps
1 comentario:
la guitarra no se calla, eso es poetico che!
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