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Open your heart, open your eyesLook into the haze, I am the lightI am the one buried in iceSo pull back the mask of cold surpriseRelax your face, let yourself downLie on your back, in a Slimane gownWait for the signs to enter your headAnd hope for the best dreams you’ve hadEverytime you speak I wonder--you were not high, you were not thereBut I don’t know why it doesn’t even work outIt feels like Miami’s going to burn into a haze-filled afternoonAnd I don’t know why you’re hereTell me your name, not where you’re fromI saw you at the Tate on level 1Miami’s a dream, up on a wallA shark behind glass in a mallIt feels like Miami’s going to burn into a haze-filled afternoonAnd I don’t know why you’re here(Open up shop for me, you don’t even know that it’s over) From Letras Mania