We Only Said Goodbye (Amy Winehouse)
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Last published Sun, Mar 3, 2013
Before all the drugs, before all the new beginnings of my career. I personally think my life was a crumbled up newspaper.
I held my tears back, from the past to the new things that lie ahead.
I have this second mind that told me do it. Just once, and I did.
And no, not this silly love story romance, I actually fell in love.
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