| Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still
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| Don’t let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill
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| Dry all the raindrops, hold back the sun
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| My world has ended, my baby’s gone
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| The milkman whistles softly as he walks up to my door
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| The mailman brings the letters by just like he did before
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| They seem so busy all day long as though there’s nothing wrong
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| Don’t they know the world has ended? |
| My baby’s gone
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| Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still
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| Don’t let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill
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| Dry all the raindrops and hold back the sun
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| My world has ended, my baby’s gone
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| I wake up sometimes in the night and realize you’re gone
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| And then I toss upon my bed and wait for day to come
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| And I tried to tell my lonely heart it must go on alone
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| But it cries the world has ended, my baby’s gone
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| Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still
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| Don’t let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill
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| Dry all the raindrops and hold back the dawn
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| My world has ended, my baby’s gone
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| My world has ended, my baby’s gone |