| I walk this brick road
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| Ignroring the busload
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| the sleepers are down for the count
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| I’ll never forget on the day that we met
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| last night when we painted the town
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| We screamed and we ran,
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| streets of old amsterdam
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| looking for payphones to call
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| but none of our loved ones
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| would quite understand
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| sometimes we just live for the fall
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| And I’ve been to Holland and I’ve been to New York
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| and I’ve seen the Golden Gate Bridge
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| and I’ve done the things my parents have dreamed but i
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| aint never seen nothing like this
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| She came to LA from the red Georgia clay and i loved
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| her right from the start
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| and she took my eye like a thief in the night i know
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| shes stolen my heart
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| she knows that i love her she knows that i miss her i
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| wish she was standing right here
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| at the end of each day i still lay down and pray just
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| one chance to see her again
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| And I’ve been to Holland and I’ve been to new york
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| and I’ve seen the Golden Gate Bridge
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| and I’ve done the things my parents have dreamed but i
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| aint never seen nothing like this
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| I look to my right as a aman on a bike says his sons
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| been riding two days
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| and if i missed you more i would head for the door but
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| i cant find the door anyways
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| I dont the language nor of the anguish that causes me
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| to ask twice
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| I dont knwo much but that I love the dutch cuz you dont
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| have to try and be nice
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| And i’ve nbeen to Holland and I’ve been to new york
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| and I’ve seen the Golden Gate Bridge
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| and I’ve done the things my parents have dreamed but i
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| aint never seen nothing like this |