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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
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 someplace
while we ache to come home somehow