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This is the last song I write for you
This is the last night I think of you
Your name is Victor Ching
What do you do?
I phoned you this morning you couldnt hear me
I sent you letter you couldnt receive
Its my favorite game, but I have changed
Its too late to say I miss you Victor Ching
And you are on your way to Stafford in UK
I know its too late to say Im fond of you
Youve got a girl from Singapore
Who you didnt like before
I love you when you no longer love me
I need you when you no longer need me
You wanted me, but you have changed, already
Its too late to say I miss you Victor Ching
And you are on your way to Stafford in UK
I know its too late to say Im fond of you
Youve got a girl from Singapore who you didnt like before