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You're waking in the morning Spent the night trying to bond with the moon She never loved you Just a hot-wired, two-seat, jumped up, splitscreen, dream machine An alibi to love's young dream
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 hot-wired, two-seat, jumped up, splitscreen, dream machine An alibi to love's young dream
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 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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