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D Amsterdam

Les tetes tombent l'une apres l'autre Et m'expedient, en un eclair? Sin semilla Sin semilla Sin semilla J'reviens d'un voyage a Amsterdam J'apporte

Les tetes tombent l'une apres l'autre Et m'expedient, en un eclair? Sin semilla Sin semilla Sin semilla J'reviens d'un voyage a Amsterdam J'apporte

Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui chantent Les reves qui les hantent Au large d'Amsterdam Dans le port d'Amsterdam Y a des marins qui

Little Amsterdam in a southern town. Hominy, get it on the plate girl. Momma, keep your head down. Momma, it wasn't my bullet. Don't take me back to

She had four white stallions coming around the bend Four strong angels at her command descend Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend I got four

When you disappear on me it's just like parades in the rain Every time i see you you just disappear again Every time you're leaving i don't know what

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who

THAT GREAT HIS FRIENDS FIGHT ALL HIS BATTLES TO MUSIC, HE'S A WASTE AND EVEN THOUGH HE THINKS HE'S SCREAMO I HAVE TO GIVE HIM CREDIT HE'D HUMILIATE HIMSELF

FOR SUCH A NOBEL CAUSE, IT'S ALMOST A WORTHLESS DEED! A DELIBERATE ACT OF HUMAINTY, WITHIN HUMAN FATALITY! A BOARDERLIN INSANE DEPICTION, OF VOLUNTARY