The Man From The Oldest Building

Ed Motta

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    If I could love
    The music in the air
    If I could go
    Just dancing everywhere
    If I was the one
    Who fights to live
    With never care

    And in green parks
    I'd run until I'm light
    And in pictures
    I'd be the best upright
    And in every street
    Someone was there
    To hold me tight

    But I never go
    (I don't even try to)
    Where the others go
    (I don't even cry for)
    And the taste I find
    No one else will find

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    No one is there
    When I climb the stairs
    And no one ever
    Is watching my movies
    The movies I live in
    No one on the sidewalk
    The side that I step on
    Nobody will order
    My sweet pies
    And so
    For this helluva drink
    I'm alone
    With me, me

    And I go home
    To meet my newest chair
    And I whistle
    Like something's in the air
    Then the elevator doors unfold
    And there was you

    All around you
    Is smelling something new
    All about you
    Is shining into view
    When I turned the lights
    And shut the door
    Then there was you

    See my furniture
    (Try my dusty pillows)
    See my window view
    (That's a bat who dances)
    These are my old stamps
    I collect these things

    But I forgot
    To introduce myself
    I'm just the guy
    From the oldest of buildings
    The emptiest party
    The strangest of clothing
    The top of the listings
    Of no matches ever
    But still burning deep
    To be tempted to learn so
    Oh, please won't you sit

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    Composición: Ed Motta y Claudio Botelho

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