| This is our last goodbye, young hearts will stop, torn souls set free
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| All that we have is now, if this is what you want then come to me
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| My Argentina, my love
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| One final kiss 'til we meet again
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| Now I know what it’s like to live two lives and have to choose
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| Sorrow and song, they dance — let them, for all the perfect nights with you
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| My Argentina, my love
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| One final kiss 'til we meet again
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| (PART II)
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| I never asked for your love
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| You gave it all and now it’s gone, oh, it’s gone
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| I can’t be obligated
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| I never said I was the one, one, the one
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| This is the Winter of our lives
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| We come to play the final scene
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| The curtains close and in the darkness we expose
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| What lies beneath
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| You thought I needed someone
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| To be complete but you were wrong, oh, so wrong
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| I’m nothing more than who I am
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| Don’t put it all in my hands
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| I never said that I could save you from yourself
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| But you took the chance
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| (PART III)
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| And this is how it ends
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| Games of revenge that no one wins
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| This is how it ends
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| We romanticize our pain
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| And justify our rage
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| We excuse ourselves and remove ourselves
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| From all the wars we wage
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| We call it love
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| Competition, foolish pride, taking sides
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| We call it love
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| Stabbing words manipulate
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| It’s how we’re taught to use and take
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| We call it love
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| When you look back on what you had, not what you lost
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| Then call it love
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| But this is how it ends
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| All things must come to an end
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| And in our place once we’re forgotten
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| A new day will come
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| And the sun will shine again
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| But I don’t know when |