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You're [G]sending me [Em]tulips,
mis[C]taken for [G]lilies,
You [G]give me your [Em]lip   
after [F]punching me [D]silly,
[G]You turned my [Em]head till
it [C]rolled down the [G]brain drain,
If I [G]had any [Em]sense now,
I [F]wouldn't want it [D]back again.

[G]New Amster[Bb]dam,   
it's be[Am]come much too [G]much,
Will I [G]have the poss[Bb]ession
of [Am]everything she [G]touches,
Till I [G]step on the [Bb]brake
to get [Am]out of her [G]clutches?
Can I [G]speak Double [Bb]Dutch
to a[Am] real double [G]duchess?

[G]Down on the [Em]mainspring,
[C]listen to the [G]tick tock,
[G]Clock all the [Em]faces
that [F]move in on [D]your block,
[G]Twice shy and [Em]dog tired
be[C]cause you've been [G]bitten,
[G]Everything you [Em]say now
[F]sounds like it was [D]ghost written.

[G]New Amster[Bb]dam,   
it's be[Am]come much too [G]much,
Will I [G]have the poss[Bb]ession
of [Am]everything she [G]touches,
Till I [G]step on the [Bb]brake
to get [Am]out of her [G]clutches?
Can I [G]speak Double [Bb]Dutch
to a[Am] real double [G]duchess?

Like, in [E]London, they'll [E]take you
to [A]heart after a [E]little while,
Though I [E]look right at [E]home,
I still [C]feel like an [D]exile.[C]    [G]    [D]    

[G]Somehow I [Em]found myself
[C]down at the [G]dockside,
[G]Thinking about the [Em]old days
of [F]Liverpool and [D]Rotherhithe,
[G]Transparent [Em]people who [C]live on the [G]other side,
[G]Living a [Em]life that is [F]almost like [D]suicide,

[G]New Amster[Bb]dam,   
it's be[Am]come much too [G]much,
Will I [G]have the poss[Bb]ession
of [Am]everything she [G]touches,
Till I [G]step on the [Bb]brake
to get [Am]out of her [G]clutches?
Can I [G]speak Double [Bb]Dutch
to a[Am] real double [G]duchess?

You're sending me tulips,
mistaken for lilies,
You give me your lip
after punching me silly,
You turned my head till
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,
Will I have the possession
of everything she touches,
Till I step on the brake
to get out of her clutches?
Can 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 ghost written.

New Amsterdam,
it's become much too much,
Will I have the possession
of everything she touches,
Till I step on the brake
to get out of her clutches?
Can I speak Double Dutch
to a real double duchess?

Like, 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 about 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,
Will I have the possession
of everything she touches,
Till I step on the brake
to get out of her clutches?
Can I speak Double Dutch
to a real double duchess?

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