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Motorama
Slowly float over the seas with the belief
And your heart is in the middle, heart is in the middle of it
Slowly float over the seas with the belief, but
She has no time, no time, honestly
She's still awake in bed in her white dress
She cannot fall asleep all night
Hold tight your will, no warmth , no heat
No love, only cold lights
In the dark of her room she's still thinking of you
All her memories gone but she's still thinking of you
In her heart there's no place for nobody but you
All her memories gone but she's still thinking of you