Andate

Pack your things and get out
Get out
Pack your things and get out

That was the last thing I heard from your lips
From the same lips that used to kiss me
That was the last thing I heard from your lips
The same lips that would die for me
That was the last thing I heard from your lips
How can it be the same lips?

I know very well (I know very well)
That I have a thousand, a thousand flaws
It can't all be perfect like you want it to be
But no one will love you like I do

Pack your things and get out
Get out
Pack your things and get out

From the same lips that used to kiss me
That was the last thing I heard from your lips
The one that said they would love me
For a lifetime

For a lifetime
For a lifetime