Chords for ''Windmills Of Your Mind'' - Connie Evingson & the Hot Club of Sweden

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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [F#] [C#] wheel, never [F#] ending or beginning,
on an ever spinning [Bm] wheel, like a snowball [B] down a mountain or a carnival [Em] balloon, like
[A] a carousel that's turning, running _ rings around [D] the moon, like a [G] clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on its [C#m] face, [F#] and the world is like an apple whirling silently [D] in space,
like the circles [F#] that you find in the [Bm] windmills of your _ mind, _ _ _ like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of [F#] its own, down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is [Bm] never shown, like
a door [B] that keeps revolving in a half forgotten [Em] dream, or the [A] ripples from a pebble someone
tosses in a [D] stream, [G] like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face,
and [F#] the world is like an apple whirling silently in [F] space, like [F#] the circles that you find in
the windmills [Bm] of your _ _ mind. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your [A] head, why did summer go so
quickly, was it something [D] that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints
in the [G]
sand, is the [C#] sound of distant drumming just the fingered [F#m] _ pictures [B] hanging in the
hallway, and a fragment [Em] of a song, half [A] remembered names and faces, but to whom [D] do they belong?
When you [G] knew that it was over, you [Bm] were suddenly [Em] aware that [F#] the autumn leaves were turning
to the color [Bm] of her _ hair, _ _ like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [F#] wheel, never
ending or beginning, _ on an ever spinning reel, as the images unwind, like the circles that
you find in the windmills of [Bm] your _ [D] mind. _
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