“Back to Black” by Amy Winehouse

We only said goodbye with words. I died a hundred times.

Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet

And my tears dry
Get on without my guy

And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked

You go back to her

You love blow and I love puff

You go back to her
And I go back to…

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…

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