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Amsterdam - Gregory Alan Isakov
All inside our Amsterdam she hides
Wateryeyed
That howling wind
She's waving hi
Her other hand's in mine
Oh silhouette
She's growing tall and fine
She's got my back
She'll follow me down every street
No matter what my crime
All inside our Amsterdam she flies
Hoarding the kites
That how ling wind
She'll take everything
But she's easy on the eyes
Churches and trains
They all look the same to me now
They shoot you some place
While we ache to come home somehow
