Say what you will about Amy Winehouse (fitting name), musical breath of fresh air or drunken mess with way too much eye liner and in need of a breathalizer, but what you really cannot deny is this song is fantastic.
He left no time to regret. Kept his dick wet, with his same old safe bet. Me and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my guy. You went back to what you knew, so far removed from all that we went through. And I tread a troubled track, my odds are stacked. I'll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words. I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to.....I go back to us
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