| It was always Amsterdam
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| Where we would put the distance to an end
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| We had a plan
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| Gonna lay it out on a queen sized bed
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| Catching up on twenty-one
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| Meet all your friends back home
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| That was not what it was, broke it off on the telephone
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| It was always absolute
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| Everybody said we were moving fast
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| Now I’m pretty over school
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| Switching out my books for the Eurail Pass
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| And all these dreams of Amsterdam
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| Where you’d surprise me with a yellow bike
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| With a basket that didn’t match it
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| That I guess I’ll never get to rid
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| Oh, oh, calling it a change of plans
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| Oh, oh, just a building on a postal stamp
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| Oh, oh, change of plans
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| Might have been a long shot
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| Btter that it’s gone if it’s gonna go
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| But, man, you kind of messed me up
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| 'Cause I don’t have a place to go back home
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| Is this just twenty-one and something’s gotta give?
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| Well, I still got a bill for a ticket that I’m stuck with
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| Oh, oh, calling it a change of plans
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| Oh, oh, just a building on a postal stamp
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| Oh, oh, just calling it a change of plans
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| Oh, oh, just a building on a postal stamp
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| Oh, we’re calling it a change of plans
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| Just a building on a postal stamp
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| It’s a change of plans |