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Wish
that I could wish away love
Every
memory
All
the things young dreams are made of
That
ever used to be
Cos
if I could leave it all behind me
There'd
be nothing left to constantly remind me
Of
Amy, of Amy
She
comes and goes just like the seasons
Keeping
me on the run
Between
the fever and the reason
I'm
not the only one
And
I guess I'll always feel the same about love
And
I'll find it hard to even live without the love
Of
Amy, Amy, oh Amy
Amy,
Amy, Amy, Amy...
