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This is the last song
That I make for you
I'm tired of living deluded
Just thinking of you
If tomorrow you find me
With arms linked to someone else
Pretend
That, to you, I'm nobody

But you must always remember
That you made me cry
And the chance you lost
I'll never give you again
And the beautiful love songs
That I made under the moonlight for you
I confess, like those, you won't hear anymore

And tomorrow, I know this song
You'll hear on the radio playing
You'll remember that your cursed pride
Made me cry for loving you so much
I ask, don't cry
But feel inside the pain of love

Then, you'll see the value of love
And you'll cry a lot remembering what happened

This is the last song
That I make for you
I'm tired of living deluded
Just thinking of you
If tomorrow you find me
With arms linked to someone else
Pretend
That, to you, I'm nobody

Pretend
That, to you, I'm nobody