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