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Oana’s not here, Oana is gone,
Oana’s my sweetheart for long time, and I don’t know what should be done, because she still hurts my heart; she’s one of us who never gives back no matter what we do. Oana’s not here, that’s all I know, my skin is empty after all, is not O.K., I know it’s true, to think of her, but to kiss you, this night I will take you with me, I don’t even want to think more about. And if I find replacements after time, you’ll still be the one that’s on my mind, I never give up, oh, no, I can’t, just come and fill up my empty space. Oana,...she left, with no goodbye and I still wonder why, Oana forgot me right away, somebody else is in her heart, I only know to say her name, but I don’t know if it’s not mine, who’s going to warm me up? It might be difficult for you, but I can’t forget about her, all I think it’s not logical, I just can’t find another girl. I played to love, but when the day comes you lose me forever. and if I find replacements after time, more I hurt this soul of mine, I can’t find in your arms even I try the dreams Oana used to make‘em mine, and if I fall with you, you will know that only Oana has my soul, I can’t find in your arms even I try the kisses Oana used to make’em mine.
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