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The coin in Juan's life
Chico Buarque, the glasses, the statue of salt
The suicidal and his unreal cat
What was, what is, what will never be

If I could explain, if I could explain
I did it to break, I did it to break
I did it to break myself

The spirits of the city
Where no one rests, Narcissus and the sea
Where souls fall, maybe
Veronica, Amber, the last track

If I could explain, if I could explain
I did it to break, I did it to break
I did it to break myself

Every end of the rope
That ties death and the peak
I want to let them go, I think they live in me
The illusion of a street at the end

And after love, nothing is ever the same
I couldn't let it slip away
Everything we've done was to break

I did it to break, I did it to break
I did it to break myself