Amy Page #9

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over the whole situation

of the nightmare

of the past however many years

that we'd just gone through.

"Jules, I'm so sorry,

I'm so sorry..."

Like when you're a kid

and you panic

that you've done something wrong

and you wanna just fix it

there and then,

that's how it was.

I just wanted to grab her,

bring her back to me,

wrap her in my house,

not let her out.

And she called me the next day,

and it was just so weird

hearing her talk normally,

because for so long,

we'd just been pining for her...

Like, I missed my best friend,

Lauren missed her best friend.

We just wanted

to have a normal conversation.

She just kept going,

"Can I see you?

Will Lauren speak to me?

Can we start again?"

I was, like, "Of course, we can,

we're always here."

We've been waiting for you

to talk to us."

She said,

"I'm gonna call you tomorrow."

I was, like, "Okay, I love you."

"I love you too."

She just looked

like she was sleeping.

She was on top of the bed,

just... sleeping.

But she was gone.

- No!

- Oh, my God.

Rest in peace, Amy!

Amy's blood alcohol level

was four to five times higher

than the driving limit.

Maybe a combination

of her eating disorders

and the alcohol

just made her heart stop.

She was one of the truest

jazz singers I ever heard.

To me, she should be treated

like Ella Fitzgerald,

like Billie Holiday.

She had the complete gift.

If she had lived,

I would've said,

"Slow down,

you're too important."

Life teaches you

really how to live it

if you can live long enough.

Well sometimes

I go out by myself

And I look across the water

And I think of all the things

what you're doing

And in my head

I paint a picture

Since I've come on home

Well my body's been a mess

And I've missed

your ginger hair

And the way

you like to dress

Won't you come on over

Stop making a fool out of me

Why don't you come on over

Valerie

Valerie

Valerie

Valerie

Did you have to go to jail

Put your house

on up for sale

Did you get a good lawyer

I hope

you didn't catch a tan

I hope you find the right man

who'll fix it for ya

And are you shopping

anywhere

Changed the colour

of your hair

And are you busy

And did you have

to pay that fine

That you were

dodging all the time

Are you still dizzy

Since I've come on home

well my body's been a mess

And I've missed

your ginger hair

And the way

you like to dress

Won't you come on over

Stop making a fool out of me

Why don't you come on over

Valerie

Valerie

Valerie

Valerie

Valerie

Valerie

Whoa Valerie

Oh Valerie

Oh Valerie

Valerie yeah

Valerie

Why don't you come on over

Valerie

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