Amy
Could I catch ya down
At Camden Town?
The Hawley Arms
We'd all get around
The bar tender won't ask
"What can I get you, Miss?"
'Cause he'll know your Rickstasy
Special mix
I wonder what
It would've been like
To meet you
Just to hear it live
If born a decade earlier
Would I feel the same?
Would your songs still
Make me cry?
'Cause the more I think, the more I lose speed
Where are you now, Amy?
'Cause the more I listen, the more I understand
You still singing your heart out?
Naturally it comes out
Isn't that right, Amy?
Isn't that right, Amy
I was too young
To appreciate
The music that you made
They think society was
Too good for you
But is that true? No
It gets realer every day
I wonder what
It would've been like
To meet you
Just to hear it live
If born a decade earlier
Would I feel the same?
Would your songs still
Make me cry?
'Cause the more I think, the more I lose speed
Where are you now, Amy?
'Cause the more I listen, the more I understand
You still singing your heart out?
Naturally it comes out
Isn't that right, Amy?
Isn't that right, Amy
'Cause the more I think, the more I lose speed
Where are you now, Amy?
'Cause the more I listen, the more I understand
You still singing your heart out?
Naturally it comes out
At Camden Town?
The Hawley Arms
We'd all get around
The bar tender won't ask
"What can I get you, Miss?"
'Cause he'll know your Rickstasy
Special mix
I wonder what
It would've been like
To meet you
Just to hear it live
If born a decade earlier
Would I feel the same?
Would your songs still
Make me cry?
'Cause the more I think, the more I lose speed
Where are you now, Amy?
'Cause the more I listen, the more I understand
You still singing your heart out?
Naturally it comes out
Isn't that right, Amy?
Isn't that right, Amy
I was too young
To appreciate
The music that you made
They think society was
Too good for you
But is that true? No
It gets realer every day
I wonder what
It would've been like
To meet you
Just to hear it live
If born a decade earlier
Would I feel the same?
Would your songs still
Make me cry?
'Cause the more I think, the more I lose speed
Where are you now, Amy?
'Cause the more I listen, the more I understand
You still singing your heart out?
Naturally it comes out
Isn't that right, Amy?
Isn't that right, Amy
'Cause the more I think, the more I lose speed
Where are you now, Amy?
'Cause the more I listen, the more I understand
You still singing your heart out?
Naturally it comes out
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Writer(s): Natalie Broome
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