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Motorama – Ghost lyrics
My hopes, my will
Were never a part of you
Those days were sad and cold
I'll never want them back again
But at this moment we are close to each other again
It's like a merge of different colors
In a silver mountain lake
(We are at home again)
It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
It's like falling from the edge
To the bed with cold clean pillow
Your voice is pure and soft
It's throwing me back to my hopes
My ears were deaf and cold
Please hold me tight in your arms again
But at this moment we are close to each other again
It's like a merge of different colors
In a silver mountain lake
(We are at home again)
It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
It's like falling from the edge
To the bed with cold clean pillow
But at this moment we are close to each other again
It's like a merge of different colors
In a silver mountain lake
(We are at home again)
It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
It's like falling from the edge
To the bed with cold clean pillow
Were never a part of you
Those days were sad and cold
I'll never want them back again
But at this moment we are close to each other again
It's like a merge of different colors
In a silver mountain lake
(We are at home again)
It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
It's like falling from the edge
To the bed with cold clean pillow
Your voice is pure and soft
It's throwing me back to my hopes
My ears were deaf and cold
Please hold me tight in your arms again
But at this moment we are close to each other again
It's like a merge of different colors
In a silver mountain lake
(We are at home again)
It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
It's like falling from the edge
To the bed with cold clean pillow
But at this moment we are close to each other again
It's like a merge of different colors
In a silver mountain lake
(We are at home again)
It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost
It's like falling from the edge
To the bed with cold clean pillow
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