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Please don't cry, for the ghost and the storm outside |
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Will not invade this sacred shrine nor infiltrate your mind |
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My life down I shall lie if the bogey-man should try |
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To play tricks on your sacred mind |
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To tease, torment, and tantalize |
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Wavering shadows loom, a piano plays in an empty room |
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There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight |
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And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright, I'll still be by your side |
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For you are all that matters and I'll love you till the day I die |
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There never need be longing in your eyes |
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As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine |
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Ceiling shadows shimmy by |
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And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey |
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There's sadness in your beautiful eyes |
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Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes |
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My life down I shall lie |
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Should restless spirits try to play tricks on your sacred mind |
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I once had a child and it saved my life and I never even asked his name |
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I just looked into his wondrous eyes |
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And said "Never, never, never again" |
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And all too soon I did return, just like a moth to a flame |
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So rattle my bones all over the stones |
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I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns |
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Oh, see how words as old as sin fit me like a glove |
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I'm here and here I'll stay, together we'll lie, together we'll pray |
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There never need be longing in your eyes |
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As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine |
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As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine, mine |
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Climb up on my knee, sonny boy |
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Although you're only three, sonny boy |
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You're, you're mine and your mother, she just never knew |
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Oh, your mother, as long, as long, as long |
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I did my best for her, I did my best for her |
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As long as, as long, as long, as long |
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I did my best for her, I did my best for her, oh |
