I remember you well in an Amsterdam hotel
dressed in white for suicide
we had a thing going on
from the gutter of mind
in the red lights of Amsterdam
making love in a big brass bed
with poppies around our heads
traveling in forbidden land
and whatever it was
a taste so bitter and sweet
we just couldn't leave at all
over the hill and far away
run away
yeah I remember so well we thought time stood still
and we could stay forever and a day
with plenty of supplies
self-betrayal and lies
Morpheus led the way
girl, get your ass out of that big brass bed
our departure's closing in
people like us, in a place like this
are bound to go straight to hell
over the hill and far away
run away

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