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amsterdam crown
September, whatever
Amsterdam in the rain
Walked around for miles
No one here knows my name
Bought a souvenir
Off the tip of a knife
Could buy this whole
Fucking town
Never felt so free all my life
I know I’m a stranger here
And I’m not looking down
And if I am, it’s because of
My amsterdam crown
My amsterdam crown
This table is my cradle
I’m as happy as can be
Though I can’t smell your tulips
And I can’t taste this tea
I’ve got everything i need
Right between my teeth
Don’t wanna go back home
There’s burning garbage
On my street
Well you can start hunting
For broken glass
Maybe I’ll just see you all
At Sunday mass
September, whatever
I’m Amsterdam in the rain
I own the world it’s in my heart
My secret game
It’s my Amsterdam crown
