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Love, where are you now?
Maybe you’re sitting in your home
Or might you’re singing in a crowded
Festival,
You’ll never know
What I feel when I see you on
My TV screen or my laptop
Please, hear me baby,
Read my last message in your blog,
Your name is hidden,
This is your song.
Run, you’ll have a lot
More things to do than read my words,
I know it’s only a platonic love
But I fell in love
With your face and voice,
You’re happily married, I’m alone
Thinking of you my rockstar
And you’re so pretty
And charismatic,
I need somebody
Like you...
I love your dressing,
Sometimes I doubt you can be real,
The princess in my dreams,
The kingdom of both
Your long dark hair
Floods my empty room today,
Floods my soul, I say myself:
That’s all my fault
For fall in love
With an unattainable woman,
With a sweet and lovely rockstar
But you’re so pretty
And charismatic,
I need somebody
Like you...
I love your dressing,
Sometimes I doubt you can be real,
Your name is hidden,
This is your song
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