| Well, here I am in Amsterdam as winter waves good-bye…
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| Almost seven in the morning and I’m walking all alone and the moon’s still in The sky.
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| And I have to laugh just thinking how I’ve never found a home.
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| Pillows yes, to lay my head, but I’ve mostly been alone.
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| Oh, Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind of man I am?
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| A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or just an insane music man?
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| Oh, Amsterdam, I’m barely hanging on by a single strand.
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| All I really know is I don’t understand.
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| I’m just waking up alone in Amsterdam.
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| A boy I see in a window there I can’t help looking in.
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| As someone’s arms pull him back to bed, I’m thinking what a fool I’ve been.
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| And the moon is trapped in an old canal like a madman in a cell.
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| And I’m thinking how I’d like to know just one place very well.
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| Oh, Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind of man I am?
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| A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or just an insane music man?
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| Oh, Amsterdam, I’m barely hanging on by a single strand.
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| All I really know is I don’t understand.
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| I’m just waking up alone in Amsterdam. |