Alb - Whispers Under the Moonlight Lyrics
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Whispers Under the Moonlight
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What Are The Lyrics For Whispers Under the Moonlight By Alb?
Whispers under the moonlight
Whispers under the moonlight I'm still waiting I'm still waiting And will I see you again? I'm still waiting But I keep on dreaming Sometimes you seem to be right there, seem to be right there Sometimes you seem to be right there, seem to be there I'm still standing but I'm sick of waiting The moment that I'll see you again 'Cause from the moment we started something, we knew there was something Sometimes you seem to be right there, seem to be right there Sometimes you seem to be right there and sometimes you're there Sometimes you seem to be right there and sometimes you're there 'Cause you're just like no one else And it seems that you're able to fit squares into circles Well, you might find 'Cause you're just like no one else And it seems that you're able to fit squares into circles You try to fit squares into circles Well, you might find I'm still waiting I'm still waiting And will I see you again? From the moment we started something we knew there was something The way you seem to be right there, seem to be right there Whispers under the moonlight Whispers under the moonlight Whispers under the moonlight Whispers under the moonlight |
Who Wrote Whispers Under the Moonlight By Alb?
Clement Daquin
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What's The Duration Of The Whispers Under the Moonlight By Alb?The duration of Whispers Under the Moonlight is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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