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Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
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Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
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The rain smells like a woman |
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That I knew long ago |
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And I hope she’s happy |
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Hope she’s doin’ grand |
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The cyclones never seem to get this far |
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They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
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And at night I watch the storm clouds |
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Lighting up the sea |
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And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
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Madalena |
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There’s something in the way you held me |
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But there’s not much left |
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To hold onto anymore |
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I’m older now |
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My hair is turning gray |
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A fixture at this crumbling café |
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And I’m haunted by the memories |
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Of the man I used to be |
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‘Cause he took your love |
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And threw it all away |
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And Madalena… |
