New Amsterdam [alternate version]

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You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies

You give me your lip after punching me silly

You turned my head 'til it rolled down the brain drain

If I had any sense now, I wouldn't want it back again

New Amsterdam, it's become much too much

'Til I have the possession of everything she touches

'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches

'Til I speak Double Dutch to a real double duchess

Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock

Clock all the faces that move in on your block

Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten

Everything you say now sounds like it was ghostwritten

New Amsterdam, it's become much too much

'Til I have the possession of everything she touches

'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches

'Til I speak Double Dutch to a real double duchess

Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while

Though I look right at home, I still feel like an exile

Somehow I found myself down at the dockside

Thinking 'bout the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe

Transparent people who live on the other side

Living a life that is almost like suicide

New Amsterdam, it's become much too much

'Til I have the possession of everything she touches

'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches

'Til I speak Double Dutch to a real double duchess