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The Windmills Of Your Mind

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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(5-)  
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(5-)  
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(5-)  
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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