Amy Winehouse
A, Bb, Bbm, Bm, D, Dm, E, Gm
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 guide
You'll win back to what you know
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My arms are stagged, 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 her
I go back to her