Please don't cry
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For the ghost and the storm outside
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Will not invade this sacred shrine
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Nor infiltrate your mind
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My life down I shall lie
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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 tantalise
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Wavering shadows loom
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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
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I'll still be by your side
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For you are all that matters
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And I'll love you to 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, wonderous eyes
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My life down I shall lie
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Should restless spirits try
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To play tricks on your sacred mind
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I once had a child, and it saved my life
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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
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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
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Fit me like a glove
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I'm here and here I'll stay
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Together we lie, together we 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
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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
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And your mother she just never knew
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Oh, your mother...
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As long... as long... as long
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I did my best for her
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I did my best for her
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As long... as long... as long as... as long
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I did my best for her
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I did my best for her
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Oh...
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The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
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The Smiths |