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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