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Ed Motta lyrics : "The Man From The Oldest Buildings"

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

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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