Letra de She Is There
Motorama
She Is There
Motorama
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Motorama
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[Verse]
Sick and poor, he runs through everglade
Face is covered with grey dirt, color of his clothes
Bengal lights illuminate his way
Fiasco for the daytime
Triumph for the night
Who is there with black feathers in white hands?
Her perfume is filling up his head
Weight and depth, only weight and depth
Bottomless depth, bottomless depth
[Chorus]
And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place you know she is there
And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place you know she is there
Sick and poor, he runs through everglade
Face is covered with grey dirt, color of his clothes
Bengal lights illuminate his way
Fiasco for the daytime
Triumph for the night
Who is there with black feathers in white hands?
Her perfume is filling up his head
Weight and depth, only weight and depth
Bottomless depth, bottomless depth
[Chorus]
And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place you know she is there
And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place you know she is there
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