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are you looking for anything?heaven, with eyes bright, greenevery day my eyes are olderI grow a bit closer to youhearts, all the hearts of the worldI don't know how I wear a heart so mucheven when I run, the city can't see my eyesunder the bridgeI play a game of tennis passing fires of fightmother, mothers of the worldall singers with eyes closedsinger on the 5th flooryour hands that I wait when you disappearhow could you singthat every day I talk to youmister, all the misters of the worldworry, looking forall kind of escapecities, all the cities of the worldwhat are you wearing?I live alone on the 5th floorof the apartment buildingwhat am I looking for you?can I escape you? From Letras Mania