Flown and fresh from Amster
Me, I'm a horn player with a history
Netherlands to sing and play
In my dreams the girls I've known
Don't think I don't know why the
house is sold up every night
Money, love, and all the rest
Everything comes easy to me
I met a girl, we drove to Paris
We had a fight, she stole the car,
Easy come, easy go, I always say
Money, love, and all the rest
Out there walking in the sky
I recognize a certain coldness
He says, don't you remember
For every note to every song,
So, sitting on my windowsill,
Everything don't mean a thing me
Yeah, everything comes easy
Everything comes and sits in
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