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Páez Fito
City of Poor Hearts
Turning around in the air
Every time we fight
Every time we are fine
Every time we find it
We lose it again
Every leap into the void
It's a question of faith
Nothing is ever repeated
Like the first time
And we are always left alone
br/>Every time I ask you
Every time you call
Every crazy feature
Every photo of mom
Every symptom in the body
Every real blow
I am getting further away
But very far from here
And we are always alone
And I am going to go out and search
And I am going to go out and hit
Round and round and round in the air
There are few rags left
I don't care how many there are
I don't even know where I live anymore
Now I don't know where to stop
I started to move a little
It's not a question of being so bad
What I can't explain I'm going to sweat
Let them keep their things
Let them stay back there
Let them stay with their world
I'm not going to get sicker
Coming back to you, I think that what
Better It would be to change the subject
I don't care that you understand or that you judge
Or that you speak or lie
We are always left alone
And I'm going to go out and search
And I'm going to go out and hit
Round and around and around in the air.