I don't know why I let go
I want to be your friend
Flowers grow through my window and I love you again
Oh I love you oh
When you laid me down into your beautiful garden
Flowers in the love of my arms
Its God shining through to me I guess
Its God shining through to me I guess
I love you Amy
Do you still love me
I go to the places where we used to
I feel sad
I am out here looking for you
Sometimes I pretend
Oh I miss you oh
When you laid me down
Into your beautiful garden
Flowers and the love in my arms
Is God playing evil tricks on me
Is God playing evil tricks on me
Oh I love you Amy
Do you still love me
mark ronson makes me like songs by artists i don't listen to. like ryan adams, for example, with 'Amy'. such a nice version. i can almost imagine an endless indian summer and lying around in the grass JUST BEING LAZY. something i cannot afford to do the whole of next week. cunts. so we picked up a coupla bottles on the way up, our preferred smokes and proceeded to lie around in bed and contemplate our respective week ahead. it was supposed to be a chillax saturday night which turned out to be a gorgeously hazy sunday morning. salut.

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