[Lyrics: Ribeiro, Music: Crestana/Paixao]
[sample extracted from Mozart's Requiem]
[based on a true story]
Maybe I am
the man with those mystic two heads
one facing down, the other facing back
but I don't know who I am
and you still don't know who
I am
Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands
To finger, to heal, crave and strangulate
but I don't know who I
am
and you still don't know who I am
I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I am exhausted of returning from
a place I've never been
Maybe I am the man of the universal two words
The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn
You want
to know how I am
To forgive me what I am
I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I am exhausted of returning
from a place I've never been
I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it
I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live/leave
it
I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been