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Found On: Conspiracy .. Big Questions .. Hard
I'm staying here, right where I am Don't care if I don't get to Amsterdam I finally made it, got down here at last Cut out my future, and poisoned my past And there's nowhere left to go In a life of no returns And every passing show Is another bridge that I can't avoid burning I could go back to Bregenz ( a town in the Vorarlberg, Austria ) And Brandt would be waiting With a shot of penicillin and a gun Yeah it's just like those songs that I never believed About living your life on the run And, somebody told me on a Sunday night That the English boys never get things right
So I'm giving up, I'm sitting down
Oh, darling, Stockholm feels such a long long way away... (x4)
because I wrote it there
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