Back To Black (Live at iTunes Festival London)

Back To Black

amy winehouse

He left no time to regret,

Kept his **** wet,

With his same old safe bet.

Me & 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 go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

I go back to us

I love you much

It's not enough

You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe,

And I'm a tired penny rolling up the walls inside.

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...

Black

Black

Black

Black

Black

Black

Black

I go back to...

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 black