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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 sleeps. While the riverbank weeps. With
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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 sleeps. While the riverbank weeps. With
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my niggas all decease. These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine. Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind Chorus. I'm Barry Gordy to the streets. With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
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my niggas all decease. These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine. Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind Chorus. I'm Barry Gordy to the streets. With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
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. +31 I'm in Amsterdam, ya dig. Drop. +31 I'm in Amsterdam, ya dig. Amsterdam. Amsterdam, ya dig. +31 I'm in Amsterdam, ya dig. Amsterdam. Bridge. Amsterdam. Amsterdam. Amsterdam, ya dig. Verse. Br-br
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Song Amsterdam Moon - The Mavericks. Ever since the world began. She's been there to lend a hand. From Galileo to Van Gogh. She'd shine her light to let us know. To stand before her once again. For
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tiAmsterdam. arColdplay. alA Rush Of Blood To The Head. offset500. Coldplay - Amsterdam. Come on, oh my star is fading. And I swerve out of control. If I, if I'd only waited. I'd not be stuck here in
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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 the range. Back to the range. I'm just comin
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Bài hát Lost In Amsterdam - Mowe, Jonasu, Eskeemo. Let's get lost, lost in Amsterdam. We'll be strolling 'round the canals and dance. Lost in Amsterdam. Verse 1. Baby, don't you cry. Don't believe a
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again New Amsterdam it's become much too much. Till I have the possession of everything she touches. Till I step on the brake to get out of her clutches. Till I speak double dutch to a real double
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wine. Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind. . I'm Barry Gordy to the streets. I wanna be there when each one of my kids born. . Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased. Even then I pray I'm
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Meet me in Amsterdam. Outside the hotel 'Americans' Don't be late. I won't wait for you Meet me in Amsterdam. Outside the hotel 'Americans' And then we'll go. To 'The Paradiso' Meet me in
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A picture of Amsterdam. Bare trees under glass. Framed. In the afternoon light. Of a winter long past. When I was a raiser. To Dublin I'd roam. She was a bareback rider. Some miles from home
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I'm sorry, mother I'm sorry, I let you down. Well, these days I'm fine. No these days I tend to lie. I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam. Just by my left brain, just by the side
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