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Back To The Beatles

Amy is dead.

When I read the news,
the first thought I have was to tell you,
and you cried.
And it touched me
because you always tried so hard to hide your feelings,
and I finally could see you.

I met you downstairs in a bar,
and I knew from the first moment
that you were trouble,
but I wanted to go with you anyway.
How long could we go?
Well, nobody knows...
Maybe 'til all the tears have dried.

Amy is dead,
also are our datings now,
not because of me,
because that's your decision.

But no hard feelings, honey pie,
it's just the way the things are.
You go back to black,
and I go back to the White Album.


(Júlio B.)
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