Cifras
The Windmills Of Your Mind

Tono: E

Introducción:

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     Em                                                                             B7 
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                                                                                                                                                 Em 
Never ending or beginning on a never spinning reel
                                                                               E7                                                   Am7 
Like a snow ball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
                                                                   D7                                                                                       Gm7 
Like a carousel that's turning running ring saround the moon
                                                                                             Cm7                                                                             F#7(b5) 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of it face
                                                                               B7                                                                        
And the world is like na apple whirling silently in space
                                                                             B7                                                                               Em 
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of you rmind
 Em                                                                                                                                   B7 
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it own
                                                                                                                                                               Em 
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun hás never shone
                                                                       E7                                                                     Am7 
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
                                                                   D7                                                                           Gm7 
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
                                                                                             Cm7                                                                             F#m7(b5) 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
                                                                                   B7                                                              
And the world is like na Apple whirling silently in space
                                                                           B7                                                                           Em 
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
 Em                                                                                                                                                               Am7 
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
                                                                                 D7                                                                               Gm7 
Why did summer go soquickly, was it something that I said
                                                                 G7                                                                                                                 Cm7 
Lover swalk along a shore and leave their foot prints in thes and
                                                                                 F#7                                                                                           Bm 
Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand
                                                                     E7                                                                                       Am 
Pictures hanging in a hall way and the fragments of a song
                                                                                           D7                                                                         Gm7 
Half-remembered name sand faces, buttow hom do they belong
                                                                                       Cm7                                                           F#m7(b5) 
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
                                                                                                   B7                                                                       Em 
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
                                                                                                                                 B7 
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
  
Never ending or beginning on a never spinnin greel
                                                   Em                                                                                           B7 
As the images um wind, like the circles that you find
                                                                                   Em     AmEm  B7Em 
In the windmills of your mind.

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