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Original subtitles

I go back to black

Black

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We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

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We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back...

To black.

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All I can ever be to you is the darkness that we knew

And this regret I got accustomed to

Once it was so right When we were at our height

Waiting for you in the hotel at night

I knew I hadn't met my match But every moment we could snatch

I don't know why I got so attached

It's my responsibility You don't owe nothing to me

But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away, the sun goes down

He takes the day, but I'm grown

And in your way

In this blue shade

My tears dry on their own

I don't understand Why do I stress a man

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We could have never had it all We had to hit a wall

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Even if I stop wanting you And perspective pushes through

I'll be some next man's other woman soon

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So we are history Your shadow covers me

The sky above ablaze

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I wish I could say, "No regrets" No emotional debts

Boy, as we kiss goodbye The sun sets

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Your shadow covers me

The sky above ablaze That only lovers see

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All night, all day

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Some crying, some praying

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Cos you're my fellow, my guy

Hand me your Stella and fly

By the time I'm out the door

You tear me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble

Yeah, you know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy

He's in the place But I can't get joy

Thinking of you in the final throes

This is where my buzzer blows

Run out to meet you

Chips in pitta

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"There'll be none of him, no more"

I cry for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble

Yeah, you know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain

We're like how we were again

I'm in the tub, and you on the seat

Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn

My stomach drops, and my guts churn

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Who truly stuck the knife in first?

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

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I cheated myself

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If it's night or day

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Of a rock'n'roll band

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So I'll start a revolution from my bed

Cos you said the brains I had weren't in my head

Step outside, the summertime's in bloom

Stand up beside the fireplace

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Gonna burn my heart out

All I do is wait

I know it's too late

As they're walking on by.

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Make him love me

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Love is a losing game

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Love

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What a mess we made

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Love

Is a losing game

Played out by the band

Love is a losing hand

And it was more than I could stand

Love is a losing hand

Self-professed, profound

Till the chips were down

Though you're a gambling man

Love is a losing hand

Though I battle blind

Love is a fate resigned

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Love is a fate resigned

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- Baby, let me go - Unchain my heart

- Unchain my heart - Unchain my heart

- Cos you don't love me no more - Unchain my heart

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Get on without my guy

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And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

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I love you much

It's not enough

You love blow and I love puff

And life, life is like a pipe

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I ain't got the time

And if my daddy thinks I'm fine

Just try to make me go to rehab

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At home with Ray

I ain't got 70 days

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There's nothing you can teach me

That I can't learn

From Mr Hathaway

I didn't get a lot in class

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In a shot glass

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Yes, I been black

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Just try to make me go to rehab

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I said, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby

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"I just think you're depressed"

Just me

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I said no, no, no

Yes, I've been black

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You'll know, know, know

I don't never want to drink again

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I just need a friend

I'm not going to spend ten weeks

Have everyone think

I'm on the mend

It's not just my pride

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These tears have dried

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You'll know, know, know

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Nobody stands in between me and my man

It's me and Mr Jones

What kind of fuckery is this?

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Can't believe you played me out like that

No, you ain't worth guest list

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You can't keep lying to yourself like this

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Like this

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Nobody stands in between me and my man

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Me and Mr Jones

What kind of fuckery are we?

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Yeah, yeah, baby

Who's playing Saturday?

What kind of fuckery are you?

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I thought I could swear that we were through

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