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I walk down this brick road, ignoring the busloads, the sleepers are down for the count
And I'll never forget on the day that we met, or last night when we painted the town
We screamed and we ran the streets of old Amsterdam, looking for pay phones to call
Yeah but none of our loved ones could quite understand, sometimes we just live for the fall
And I've been to Holland and I've been to New York, and I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge
And I've done the things my parents have dreamed, I ain't never seen nothing like this
She came to LA from the red Georgia clay, and I loved her right from the start
And she took my eye, like a thief in the night, I know she'd stolen my heart
She knows that I love her, she knows that I miss her, I wish she was standing right here
At the end of each day I lay down and pray for just one chance to see her again
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Well I looked to my right, there's a man on a bike, he says the sun has been hiding two days
And if I missed you more I would have blown the door but I can't find the door anyways
And I don't speak the language, and all of the anguish it causes me to ask twice
I don't know much, I know that I love the Dutch, 'cause they don't have to try to be nice
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