Lyrics:
Hook:
Fame is not the game..its why I put it on my name..Soaring over unlimited levels..nothing was the same..Holy Spirit come in..let my appetite be
up your heart for me love
Baby can you let me in,let me inlove
Why can't you open up
Cause you won't let me in, let me in love
Won't open up your heart
If you make your way up to Oregon Inlet
just at the turning of the year
Open your eyes as you reach the marshland
for all of the birds in the world
to the store when they open up the door
I said: "please please please gimme some more"
White port & lemon juice, white port & lemon juice,
White port & lemon
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor
I want to wake in the morning
To the sounds of the river flowing
A sunset walk to the inlet
At 5pm when all the woodfires have been lit
An open road
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's
house che ‘r’è vuò coccos
Arap ‘e port ‘ngopp ‘o beat so’ Jim Morrison
So’ chiù tip ‘ra open mic tu ra Comicon
Song ‘nu player so’ ‘nu goat fra pe’ troppi
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's
Life's short
You a dork
I ain't never smoke no port
City push so much weight you would think this was a port
Speed racer imma put my foot down
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor
and having a taste of how the world goes round
Many images and audibles flood in between
Shimmering sapphire
A rolling inlet
The whir of a truck
The musty
of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour
A Harbour Century
An Inlet Hour
Can't light the fire
With wet sticks
You are the heroin king of the piazza
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide-open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who
gonna let it in(let it in)
Because I know (what do you know) I'll be happy then
Loneliness will be no more
When love comes,(oh darling) gonna open that
a sailor-lad's port in a storm
A sailor-lad's port in a storm
To some she's a sweetheart, to some she's a whore
And to others she's there to come home
above your inlets and interstates
Through the rain and open wind
Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse
Throwing beams of bright lights
Red in
tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists
Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers
Swamps, and estuaries, down through limestone into
above your inlets and interstates
Through the rain and open wind
Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse
Throwing beams of bright lights
Red in
an open door
You danced upon a burning floor
Like amber with a storm of ants
I'd like to trap you in a glance
I lost the place that I called home
It's
Open up my window (Open up my window)
Let a little light in (Let a little light in)
Put on a little music
Cuz I’m drowning out the violence
I don’t
the road for the pape’
We put the nose to his face
Like “open the safe”
Ain’t nothing to closing a case
Blew off the lid to the space
The coupe got no brain
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