Houses are lit up
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Reflecting on the bare chest of the asphalt
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I stand on my tiptoes
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To better see through the windows misted
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Where is man hiding today
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Maybe he got stuck between the window panes
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And beats there, buzzing like a May fly
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Maybe on the sidewalk he got excited by the rain
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And how the worm was crushed by a blind old woman
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Maybe he's like a remote that fell behind the sofa
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Maybe he's four and climbed onto his father's shoulders
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Or maybe he's just dead drunk.
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Lived a terrible life and burned to the ground like a candle
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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Ads sticking on the entrance doors
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We guarantee a reward, we are looking for on the streets and in the yards
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Maybe he's hiding on purpose
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Maybe he was stuck forever on Kashirka in a traffic jam
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Maybe he's trying to cope with the fear of death
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Like with chopsticks to handle the noodles at the bottom of the box
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Maybe we will never find
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Maybe we will find him and not recognize him
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Maybe he himself has been looking for us for a long time.
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Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person
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We are looking for a person |