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[ti:Stop all the clocks] |
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[ar:Rigmor Gustafsson] |
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[al:Signature Edition 6] |
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Stop all the clocks |
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Cut off the telephone |
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Prevent the dogs from barking |
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with a juicy bone |
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Silence the piano |
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and with muffled drum |
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Bring out the coffin |
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Let the mourners come |
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Let areoplanes circle moaning overhead |
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Scribbling on the sky the message |
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He is dead |
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Put crepe bows round the white neck |
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of the public doves |
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Let the traffic policemen wear |
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Black cotton gloves |
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He was my north, my south |
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My east and west |
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My working week |
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And my sunday rest |
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My noon, my midnight |
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My talk, my song |
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I thought that love would last forever |
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I was wrong |
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The stars are not wanted now |
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Put out every one |
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Pack up the moon |
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And dismantle the sun |
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Pour away the ocean |
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And sweep up the woods |
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For nothing now |
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Can ever come to any good |
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He was my north, my south |
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My east and west |
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My working week |
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And my sunday rest |
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My noon, my midnight |
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My talk, my song |
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I thought that love would last forever |
| [04:24.17] |
I was wrong |
| [04:29.55] |
The stars are not wanted now |
| [04:37.86] |
Put out every one |
| [04:45.52] |
Pack up the moon |
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And dismantle the sun |
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Pour away the ocean |
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And sweep up the woods |
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For nothing now |
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Can ever come to any good |
