Amsterdam

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All inside our Amsterdam she hides
 watery-eyed
 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
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 All inside our Amsterdam she flies
 hoarding the kites
 that howling wind, she'll take everything
 but she's easy on the eyes
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 Churches and trains
 they all look the same to me now
 they shoot you some place
 while we ache to come home somehow
 

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Duration
03:18
Key
3
Tempo
152 BPM

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