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I was turned out of Cafe CologneAs the sun came up the cock was crowingAnd the ground kept swaying underneath my feetAll the drifters are AmericansChasing dreams to AmsterdamStumbling briskly past me on the streetAnd I've got this feeling in my heart,That it's time to raise the blinds and change the sceneAnd down the road I'm goingI paint miracles on pavementsAnd don't expect no paymentUnless of course the stranger's feeling kindI've lived this way for years and yearsAnd sometimes shed a madman's tearsBut my head's bursting with life most of the timeAnd I've got this feeling in my heartThat it's time to raise the blinds and change the sceneAnd down the road I'm going Aus Songtexte Mania