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You and me got the whole day off |
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Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh |
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But the line went halfway 'round the block |
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And we're looking for a place to rest |
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Every seat in every bar was set |
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So we turned back to The Grand Hotel |
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And the rain came hard |
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A million people on a protest march |
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Every choice, every path was mistaken |
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You and me got the whole thing sussed |
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Gray man is shadowing us |
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Wild conspiracies turn to dust |
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Hear the sound of cathedral bells |
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Cash ringing at the gates of Hell |
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And fairground hooligans push and swell |
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They're the darkest days of a free man |
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Lying in the streets of Amsterdam |
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Nearly fell underneath the tram |
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But I picked myself up |
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Every temptation and device |
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All the diamonds and the spice |
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I would give anything for the sight |
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Of an honest man, hey |
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Eyes swim in emptiness |
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I was looking at a hotel guest |
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He blew me a big sarcastic kiss |
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And the Lord walked in |
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With a monocle and lips so thin |
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Saw the bar man wink as he poured his brandy |
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They're the darkest days of a free man |
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Lying in the streets of Amsterdam |
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Nearly fell underneath the tram |
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But I picked myself up |
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Every temptation up in lights |
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All the diamonds and the spice |
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Could take profit from the vice |
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Of another man |
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Amsterdam |
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Cold, cold |
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Cold, cold |
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You belong |