Aqui

You don't love me anymore, you don't want me,
You just hate me, all good,
And I start to think that you and I will end,
And it would be better if you're not here,
And I start to tremble, because I start to laugh,
And for a second I can see that I'm getting out of here...(eeh oh)
Here (eeh oh)
From here

Nothing works, nothing serves me,
Everything can end and always be fine,
This city is going to crush me,
It's a waiting room,
This city can melt
And I can be sitting inside a projectile,
I feel God's finger right above me
And for a second I can see that I'm getting out of here...(eeh oh)
Here (eeh oh) from here...

I'm alive... I'm alive (huh)
I'm alive and I'm still here (woo hoo eeh oh)
Here (eeh oh), here.