With a shattered heart, it seems
Though when you arrived you thought you'd have
The holiday of your dreams
You'd cry yourself to sleep if you could
But you've been awake all night
Well here's something that you need to do
At the first hint of morning light
Walk right across the deserted city
To the Boulevard Amsterdam
And wait there
For what the citizens here
Refer to as the Breakfast Tram
So do music and lyrics..
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