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Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language
Even though it's not my own

It's got BBC for comfort zone
And best of all, it's got Marks and Spencer's
Equality for the masses never felt better

Some of my dreams
They may have come true
But so have my nightmares
Which I can't get through

And now I've lost the power to speak
And now I've lost the power to eat
Idle and out of touch in Europe

Nothing is gone and nothing is changed
All that was before will still remain
It's too late to learn a new currency

Some of my dreams
They may have come true
But so have my nightmares
Which I can't get through
Here I am in Amsterdam   I like it here they speak my language   Even though it's not my own      It's got BBC for comfort zone   And best of all, it's got Marks and Spencer's   Equality for the masses never felt better      Some of my dreams   They may have come true   But so have my nightmares   Which I can't get through      And now I've lost the power to speak   And now I've lost the power to eat   Idle and out of touch in Europe      Nothing is gone and nothing is changed   All that was before will still remain   It's too late to learn a new currency      Some of my dreams   They may have come true   But so have my nightmares   Which I can't get through