HỢP ÂM
The Windmills Of Your Mind
Tone gốc: Am
Alison Moyet
Round, like a circle in a Am spiral, like a wheel within a E7 wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning Am reel
Like a snowball down a A7 mountain or a carnival Dm7 balloon
Like a carousel that’s G7 turning, running rings around the Cmaj7 moon
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Like a clock whose hands are Fmaj7 sweeping, past the minutes of its Dm6 face
And the world is like an E7 apple, whirling silently in D#dim space
Like the circles that you E7 find, in the windmills of your Am mind
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Like a tunnel that you Am follow, to a tunnel of its E7 own
Down a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never Am shone
Like a door that keeps A7 revolving, in a half-forgotten Dm7 dream
Or the ripples from a G7 pebble, someone tosses in a Cmaj7 stream
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Like a clock whose hands are Fmaj7 sweeping, past the minutes of its Dm6 face
And the world is like an E7 apple, whirling silently in D#dim space
Like the circles that you E7 find, in the windmills of your Am mind
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Keys that jingle in your Am pocket, words that jangle in your Dm7 head
Why did summer go so G7 quickly? Was it something that you Cmaj7 said?
Lovers walk along the C7 shore, and leave their footprints in the Fmaj7 sand
Is the sound of distant B7 drumming, just the fingers of your Em hand?
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Pictures hanging in a A7 hallway, and the fragment of a Dm song
Half-remembered names and G7 faces, but to whom do they Cmaj7 belong?
When you knew that it was Fmaj7 over, you were suddenly Dm6 aware
That the autumn leaves were E7 turning, to the colour of her Am hair
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A circle in a Am spiral, a wheel within a E7 wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning D#dim reel
As the images Am unwind, like the circles that you E7 find
in the windmills of your Am mind
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