| Well, say, with whom do I have the pleasure?
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| Hello, mister announcer, if you do me a favor
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| Play me a song that doesn't talk about love
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| I want that woman to know that her goodbye hurt me
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| That she gave me great pain
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| What's wrong my friend?, it shows in her voice
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| That he loved her in his soul with true love
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| She is true mate, I loved her to death
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| I adored her like nobody else, but there was no money
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| And she went after the shine that metal produces
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| And mister announcer, that makes me cry
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| Good good?
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| well tell me
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| Mister announcer, if you do me a favor
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| Tell that man not to lie, for God's sake
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| Tell him that if he already forgot that that good woman
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| He was the one who failed her
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| Don't hang up on me my friend, I understand that he is you
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| The third in discord of this love story
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| It's not like that, no sir, I feel that that woman
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| I carry her in my soul with the cleanest love
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| you stole it from me
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| don't talk nonsense
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| she always love him
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| don't hang up please
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| What a love story!
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| what a story!
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| you stole it from me
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| No my friend, excuse me, remember
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| Hey, listen to me both, love is like that
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| It makes some enjoy and others suffer
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| You, the first to speak, if he made her cry
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| today ask for forgiveness
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| If you're listening to me, wherever you are
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| Please, I beg you to forgive my mistake
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| It's already too late, that holy woman
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| She died of sadness the day I was born
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| Are you my son?
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| Excuse me sir
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| Father is not that begets
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| A father is all love
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| Forgive me, my son!
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| I can't forgive
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| But to my holy mother
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| let her rest |