Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still,
Don't let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill,
Dry all the raindrops, take away the sun,
My world has ended, my baby's gone.
The milkman whistles softly as he walks up to my door,
The mailman he just walks on by the way he did before,
They seem so busy all day long, just like there's nothing wrong,
Don't they know my world has ended, my baby's gone.
I wake up sometime in the night and realize you're gone,
I toss upon my bed and wait for dawn to come,
I try to tell my lonely heart it must go on alone,
Still it cries my world has ended, my baby's gone.
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