You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies
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You give me your lip after punching me silly
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You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain
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If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again
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New Amsterdam it's become much too much
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Till I have the possession of everything she touches
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Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches
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Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess
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Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock
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Clock all the faces that move in on your block
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Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten
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Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written
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[Chorus]
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Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while
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Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile
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Somehow I found myself down at the dockside
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Thinking of the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhide
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The transparent people who live on the other side
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Living a life that is almost like suicide
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[Chorus]
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New Amsterdam
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Elvis Costello |