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Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Published on Feb 23, 2019
Mr. Gilmour is the grand master at making his guitar strings sing and bringing emotional feelings seldom heard in any music played then or when the wind blows slow ~
Mr. Gilmour is the grand master at making his guitar strings sing and bringing emotional feelings seldom heard in any music played then or when the wind blows slow ~