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Big jet planes don't fly over meI'm one of the lucky onesI live in a quiet streetShe's all middle classAnd Bertholt BrechtHer first time in AmsterdamShe came back a fuckin' messBut it's all over, that's all goneTime shades the pony and travels onFor all of this singin' she's a real oneLoves punchin' things and swallows inspirationAt least she can be inspiredSmart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fireSmart enough and deep enough to hold my desireStrong enough and street enough to grieve love's inventionShe doesn't break, I bet she bruisesShe doesn't break, I bet she bruisesIn an earthquake, I know she'd cruise itBig jet planes don't fly over meI'm usually in themLooking down on your streetKnow so many people I've never metThe first time I go to Amsterdam,SongtexteI'm coming back a fuckin' messBut it's all over - that's all goneTime shades the pony and travels onFor all of this singin' she's a real oneLoves punchin' things and swallows inspirationAt least she can be inspiredSmart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fireSmart enough and deep enough to hold my desireStrong enough and street enough to grieve love's inventionShe doesn't break, I bet she bruisesShe doesn't break, I bet she bruisesIn an earthquake, I know she'd cruise itI'm one of the lucky onesI live in a quiet street Aus Songtexte Mania