Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever
I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now
Put out everyone
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever
I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now
Put out everyone
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good
damn damn damn.
saknad.
x 1000.
saknad.
x 1000.
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