(Harry SW & Yovie W)
when I was going home
I held the steering wheel tightly
in the heat of Jakarta
cars left and right
breathing the hustle and bustle of the city
I passed Casablanca
look left look right tall towering buildings
special flats
were in Casablanca
even though my face was sweaty
I didn't care anymore
even though it was stiflingly hot
br/>I passed
casablanca

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