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, splitscreen, dream machine An alibi for lonesome dreams
I hear a lot of rumours I hear a lot of stone cold rumours 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, splitscreen, dream machine An alibi for lonesome dreams
I hear a lot of rumours I hear a lot of stone cold rumours I hear a lot of whispers I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers About you
I hear a lot of rumours I hear a lot of stone cold rumours 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 it is to the air that we breathe
I hear a lot of rumours I hear a lot of stone cold rumours I hear a lot of whispers I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers About you
I hear a lot of rumours I hear a lot of whispers And they're all about you
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