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Praise the streets, the drunks, and thieves
The bedroom bars where no one sleeps
Here the time is told in cups of wine
The hours drip, the barrel dries

Oh why, oh why was I
Reaching for a hand so out of reach?
And why, oh why were we
Measuring our lives so carelessly?

Forget about the miles, dollars, years
Keep me counting bottles, kisses, tears

Here we stand on a little holyland
In the shade of Amsterdam
Where hallowed ground is where you're found
And time is poured another round

Oh why, oh why was I
Reaching for a hand so out of reach?
And why, oh why were we
Measuring our lives so carelessly?

Forget about the miles, dollars, years
Keep me counting bottles, kisses, tears

So raise a glass to lover's past
The ones that leave, the ones that last
For here we stand on a little holyland
Without a care, without a plan

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