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Now, who doesn't know
what it's like to feel alone
more alone than an empty elevator
finding life so boring
finding life more boring
than a soul singer
I'm the one who refreshes your memory
when you forget to water the plants
and to hang the white clothes on the line
it just does it miracles who believes that they perform miracles
how to turn tears into songs
I see the pigeons on the asphalt
they know how to fly high
but they insist on picking up the tea crumbs £o
I know how to laugh showing my teeth
and my sharp tongue
more cutting than an old blues
but today I just want to cry
like a poet from the past
and smoke my cigarette
in the absence of absinthe
I feel so much I'm sorry
I feel nothing
as Magdalene said
replicating the Pharisees
whoever gives to the poor lends (2X)