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I have always been in search of love,
that complex feeling we experience at times.
Little by little, you grow older,
attempts are failing,
you stop believing in tales.

I have the bed empty of feelings,
and I don't plan to fill it for now,
I have a million quirks, because I'm old
and I don't plan to change for you.

You are young, you attract attention,
then you learn with time
that only what's inside matters,
I don't know if I missed my chance
or if I'm not like the rest,
that I only want new lips.

I have the bed empty of feelings,
and I don't plan to fill it for now,
I have a million quirks, because I'm old
and I don't plan to change.

To be able to live,
squeeze my loneliness like a lemon
and just walk.
To be able to live,
squeeze my loneliness, squeeze my loneliness, for you.

I have the bed empty of feelings,
and I don't plan to fill it for now,
I have a million quirks, because I'm old
and I don't plan to change,
for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you.

I have always been in search of love,
that complex feeling we experience at times.