Amy Winehouse - Back To Black

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

I died a hundred times

And I go back to black

You love blow and I love puff

Kept his dick wet

And I tread a troubled track

You go back to her

I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words

With his same old safe bet

And life is like a pipe

We only said goodbye with words

He left no time to regret

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

My odds are stacked

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

I love you much

It's not enough

And I go back to

I go back to... us

Rolling up the walls inside