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Oh I just came back from |
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Haarlem On the very last day of |
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Autumn Made it through the customs, took the bus into town |
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The flat looked cold and empty |
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The chairs unused and dusty |
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Just a few old letters and papers lying around |
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The Dutch people were friendly |
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You know they put me up and they fed me |
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All along a tour of one night stands |
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All my days and all my ways |
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Are so confused |
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I tell you right new |
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I'm going to make it back to |
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Amsterdam |
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And you can feel fine anytime |
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You choose to lose yourself for a while |
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Bottle of wine |
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In some back street cafe |
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Or out on the street, there's a chance |
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For you to meet anybody you please |
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Taking the time |
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To ease your blues away |
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Fred was a crazy driver |
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He took us at a hundred miles an hour |
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Down a side street out of a traffic jam |
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All my days and all my ways |
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Are so bemused |
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I tell you right now |
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I'm going to make it back to |
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Amsterdam |
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Oh I just came back from |
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Haarlem And the very thing |
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I was wanting |
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Was to find some way to let you know how |
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I felt You can't say much in an evening |
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If you know you'll soon be leaving |
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There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well |
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But I wanted to give you something |
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Because you knew you really helped me |
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So I've written you a song with a small |
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West Indian band |
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And though it seems some days that all my ways are |
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Bound to lose |
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I tell you right now |
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I'm going to make it back to |
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Amsterdam |
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Amsterdam |
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Amsterdam |
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Amsterdam |
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Pah-pa-pa-pah |
