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A whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
A whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisperI hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
Who remembers your face
Who remember you when you are goneI hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
Come back and look for me, look for me
When I am lostJust a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisperNight turns to day
And I still have these questions
Bridges will break
Should I go forwards or backwards.
Night turns to day,
And I still get no answersJust a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisperI hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
Who remember your face
Who remembers you when you are goneI hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
Come back and look for me, look for me
When I am lostJust a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper