Guitar[s] Gently Weep[ing]

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 how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

(I look) Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

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