I'm not asking that every day be sunny
I'm not asking that there be a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you're crying with dry eyes,
Speaking about her
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh my love, losing you was torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can
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