Mediocrity hurts. Very much so.
Confusion reigns supreme. As always.
Is it over the head, yet?
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I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks
Come back and look for me, look for me
When I am lost
Come back and look for me, look for me
When I am lost
Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
Just a whisper, a whisper, a whisper, a whisper
Night 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 answers
And I still have these questions
Bridges will break
Should I go forwards or backwards.
Night turns to day,
And I still get no answers
- Coldplay, A Whisper from Parachutes