That message in the bottle,
That dress that you left,
That song that reminds me that you forgot me,
That you forgot me.
So much pain in a photograph,
Memories of when you arrived,
Tha hurt more because they tell me that you forgot me,
That you forgot me.
And if the moon stops shining,*
And if the stars go out,
And if the music that I invented for her goes silent.
Maybe this night will end,
Maybe her tracks will be erased,
Maybe this story of a beast without his beauty will end,
Which forces me to not leave you,
And it does not let me forget you,
And it does not let me forget you.
It hurts me what could have happened,
Even more what didn't happen,
And that way love just escaped from you,
Maybe it was me who let it.
Maybe I took for granted that you would be in my life,
That there would never be a goodbye.
And if the moon stops shining,*
And if the stars go out,
And if the music that I invented for her goes silent.
Maybe this night will end,
Maybe her tracks will be erased,
Maybe this story of a beast without his beauty will end,
Which forces me to not leave you,
And it does not let me forget you.
And it does not let me forge-e-e-e-e-e-e-et you.
It does not let me forget you.
And it does not let me forge-e-e-e-e-e-e-et you.
And it does not let me forget you.
And if the moon stops shining,*
And if the stars go out,
And if the music that I invented for her goes silent.
Maybe this night will end,
Maybe her tracks will be erased,
Maybe this story of a beast without his beauty will end,
Which forces me to not leave you,
And it does not let me forget you.
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It does not let me forget you.
And it does not let me forge-e-e-e-e-e-e-et you.
And it does not let me forget you.
And it does not let me forget you.