.[Verse 1]
Walking through the streets of Amsterdam
Half a pack of kreteks in my hand
The rain smells like a woman, that I knew long ago
And I hope sheâs happy, hope sheâs doinâ grand
[Verse 2]
The cyclones never seem to get this far>
They die out off the shore.
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