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He left no time to regret

Kept his lips 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 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 tiny 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

Na versão cantada, o que o rapaz que “não teve tempo para se arrepender” manteve molhado não foram bem os lábios. Tudo o mais é uma delícia de canção, muito mais nesta versão acústica que na que ficou registada (que, querendo, podem escutar AQUI, embora censurada na parte húmida do rapaz!).

Autores: Amy Winehouse e Mark Ronson

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