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AMsterDAM
It wasn't that it's pretty, it wasn't that it's mean,
I think I get the feeling  it was something in between.
It wasn't that it's pretty, it wasn't that it's mean,
I think I get the feeling it was something in between.

That was Amsterdam, where I saw the light,
in Amsterdam, snuffed out by the night.
That was Amsterdam, where I saw the light,
in Amsterdam, snuffed out by the night.

I tried very hard to leave but stayed another day,
I couldn't escape the feeling it had something else to say.
The echoes in the streets of souls of yesterday
mingle with the dying souls in the streets today.

That was Amsterdam, where I saw the light,
in Amsterdam, snuffed out by the night.
That was Amsterdam, where I saw the light,
in Amsterdam, snuffed out by the night.

It's not that it's any better, it's not that it's any worse,
it's just a whole lot clearer, the nature of the curse.
I wonder if it's true, I wonder if it's me,
I couldn't tell the difference, the fact from fantasy.

Not in Amsterdam, where I saw the light,
in Amsterdam, snuffed out by the night,
that was Amsterdam, where I saw the light,
in Amsterdam, snuffed out by the night.