Title: Whispers
Artist: Ian Brown
Composer(s): Ian Brown, Tim Wills, Dave Mccracken
Lyric:
You're waking in the morning
Spent the night trying to bond with the moon
She never loved you, just a whole wild two scene
Chopped up, split screen, dream machine
An alibi for lonesome dreams
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers about you
She only wanted you for what you could do
To get her picture in a Sunday magazine
She's just a whole wild two scene
Chopped up, split screen, dream machine
An alibi for lonesome dreams
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers about you
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers
What a pleasure it is to receive
And what a God given gift is the air that we breathe
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
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