| Cars by the water
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| Water that makes this place stand still
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| Looks like they’re thinking
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| Thinking of jumping
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| I wake to the church bells
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| Playing those funky tunes, 'Hey Jude'
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| Up in the tower
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| Carillonneurs thumping
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| I’m trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
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| You’re coming and going but you never say where
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| I’m trying to love you but I see your heart is elsewhere
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| Amsterdam says goodnight
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| I’m dragging my suitcase
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| Through Chinatown and the
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| The racket it’s making banging a tourist
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| Now this is my home
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| Though these roots will only ever be so long
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| It is what it is
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| I’m trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
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| You’re coming and going but you never say where
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| I’m trying to love you but I see your heart is elsewhere
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| Amsterdam says goodnight
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| I’m trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
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| You’re coming and going but you never say where
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| I’m trying to love you but I see your heart is elsewhere
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| Amsterdam says with steel in her voice
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| I may seem rude to you but I prefer that you were straight
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| And not have to wade through the bullshit between the lines
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| I know I’m beautiful and I shouldn’t work but I do
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| And I can do better than you |