(Crowe/Cochran)
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Big jet planes don't fly over me
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I'm one of the lucky ones
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I live in a quiet street
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She's all middle class
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and Bertolt Brecht
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Her first time in Amsterdam
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She came back a fuckin' mess
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But it's all over - that's all gone
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Time shades the pony and travels on
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For all of this singin' she's a real one
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Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration
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At least she can be inspired
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Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire
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Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire
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Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention
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She doesn't break, I bet she bruises
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She doesn't break, I bet she bruises
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In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it
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Big jet planes don't fly over me
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I'm usually in them
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Looking down on your street
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Know so many people I've never met
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The first time I go to Amsterdam,
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I'm coming back a fuckin' mess
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But it's all over - that's all gone
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Time shades the pony and travels on
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For all of this singin' she's a real one
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Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration
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At least she can be inspired
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Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire
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Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire
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Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention
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She doesn't break, I bet she bruises
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She doesn't break, I bet she bruises
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In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it
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I'm one of the lucky ones
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I live in a quiet street
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Big Jet Planes
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Russell Crowe & 30 Odd Foot of Grunts |