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written by Morrissey and Marr, last couplet
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written by Al Jolson. Sung by Sinead during
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some concerts.
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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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when darkness lifts and the room is bright
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I'll still be by your side
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there never need to 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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ceiling shadows shimmy by
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and when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
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there's a sadness in your beautiful eyes
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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 you sacred mind
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I once had a child and he saved my life
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but I never even asked his name
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I just looked into his wonderous 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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because I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
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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 and 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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climb upon my knee, sonny boy
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although you're only three, sonny boy
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your mom she just never knew
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oh your mom, your mom...
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The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
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| Sinead O'Connor |
