The Windmills Of Your Mind

	  		

Em                                       B7   
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel   
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Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel   
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Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon   
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Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon 
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face  
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And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space   
                                   B7                                     Em   
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind  
Em                                                             B7   
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own   
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Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone  
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Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream   
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Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream  
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face   
                                     B7                             Gdim   
And the world is like an 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  
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Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said   
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Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand  
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Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand   
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Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song  
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Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong   
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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   
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Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel  
                                                                   Gdim   
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel   
                       Em                                         B7   
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find   
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In the windmills of your mind