How many of you people out there
Been hurt in some kind of amor affair
And how many times do you swear that you'll never amor again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would you want to put yourself through all that again?
"Love is pain," I hear you say
Love has a cruel and amargo, amarga way
Of paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain
How could it be that what you need the most
Can leave you feeling just like a ghost?
You never want to feel so sad and lost again
One dia you could be looking
Through an old book in rainy weather
You see a picture of her smiling...
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