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| themusic | | stop the clocks |
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Stop the clocks
stop the clocks and turn the world around,
let your love lay me down
and when the night is over
there'll be no sound
lock the box and leave it all behind
on the backseat of my mind
and when the night is over
where will i rise
what if i'm already dead, how would i know?
what if i'm already dead, how would i know, know, know, know?
lost inside my head behind the wall
do they hear me when i call?
and when the night is over
where will i fall?
and when the fight is over
where will i fall?
what if i'm already dead, how would i know?
but if i'm already dead, how would i know, know, know, know?
stop the clocks and turn the world around,
let your love lay me down
and when the night is over
there'll be no sound
and now the night is over
there'll be no sound
and now my fight is over
there'll be no sound
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