Tears Dry on Their Own — Amy Winehouse — точный текст песни

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Lyrics and Music by Amy Winehouse, Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson

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 high,
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.

Chorus:
     He walks away,
     The sun goes down,
     He takes the day
     But I’m grown,
     And in your grey,
     In this blue shade,
     My tears dry on their own.

I don’t understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there’s
So many better things at hand?
We could’ve never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is
Inevitable withdrawal.

Even if I stop wanting you,
And perspective pushes thru,
I’ll be some next
Man’s other woman soon.
I cannot play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself
In the head with stupid men.

Chorus:
     He walks away,
     The sun goes down,
     He takes the day
     But I’m grown,
     And in your grey,
     In this blue shade,
     My tears dry on their own.

   So we are history,
   Your shadow covers me,
   The sky above, a blaze.

Chorus:
     He walks away,
     The sun goes down,
     He takes the day
     But I’m grown,
     And in your grey,
     In this blue shade,
     My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
‘Cause as we kiss
Goodbye the sun sets.
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze that only lovers see.

Chorus:
     He walks away,
     The sun goes down,
     He takes the day
     But I’m grown,
     And in your grey,
     In this blue shade,
     My tears dry on their own.

     Woah, he walks away,
     The sun goes down,
     He takes the day
     But I’m grown,
     And in your grey,
     My deep shade,
     My tears dry on their own.

     Woah, he walks away,
     The sun goes down,
     He takes the day
     But I’m grown,
     And in your grey,
     My deep shade,
     My tears dry.