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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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