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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone |
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Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone |
| [00:20.04] |
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum |
| [00:26.46] |
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come |
| [00:30.53] |
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| [00:32.88] |
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead |
| [00:39.54] |
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead |
| [00:45.95] |
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves |
| [00:52.37] |
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves |
| [00:57.08] |
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| [00:59.28] |
He was my North, my South, my East and West |
| [01:07.32] |
My working week and my Sunday rest |
| [01:13.94] |
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
| [01:20.98] |
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong |
| [01:30.66] |
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| [01:34.61] |
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one |
| [01:41.15] |
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun |
| [01:47.44] |
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
| [01:53.83] |
For nothing now can ever come to any good |
| [02:00.02] |
|
| [02:02.23] |
He was my North, my South, my East and West |
| [02:10.43] |
My working week and my Sunday rest |
| [02:16.65] |
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song |
| [02:23.85] |
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong |
| [02:30.58] |
I was wrong |
| [02:33.69] |
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| [02:35.80] |
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one |
| [02:42.15] |
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun |
| [02:48.27] |
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood |
| [02:54.97] |
For nothing now can ever come to any good |
| [03:00.56] |
For nothing now can ever come to any good |
| [03:07.86] |
For nothing now can ever come to any good |
