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Carla Serrat
She stands in the middle of the room
The crowd becomes small
The crowd becomes so small
She's all alone
So she can't hide
she's looking for a place
she's looking for the perfect match
With no intentions to be found
Your glance in my eyes
Your glance, first advice
You won't believe me when I say
You look like you're from space
I think you're the perfect match
I think you're the perfect match