Amsterdam

All inside Our Amsterdam she hides Watery eyes That howling wind, she's waving hi Her other hand's in mine Oh-oh, silhouette She's growing tall and fine She's got my back She'll follow me down every street No matter what my crime All inside Our Amsterdam she flies Hoarding the kites That howling wind, she'll take everything But she's easy on the eyes Oh, churches and trains While they all look the same to me now They shoot you some place While we ache to come home somehow

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