Letra de Whispering
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Whispering
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Whispering
Hear the ghosts in the moonlight.
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bones, through their skin.
Listening
To the souls in the fools night
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands
And there's heartache without end
See the father bent in grief
The mother dressed in mourning
Sister crumples
And the neighbors grumble
The Preacher issues warnings
Hear the ghosts in the moonlight.
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bones, through their skin.
Listening
To the souls in the fools night
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands
And there's heartache without end
See the father bent in grief
The mother dressed in mourning
Sister crumples
And the neighbors grumble
The Preacher issues warnings
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