Amsterdam David Bowie
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Fey've bargained Ftheir virtue,C their goodneAss all goneFor a few
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Bisses likAe I cry on thDme unfaithfDmul loveIn the
Dmport of ADmmsterdam, in Amthe port of AmstAmerdamB B A AIn the
Dmport of AmsDmterdam, in tChe port of AmsCterdamB A Dm DmRate this interpretation
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Słowa Jacques Brel (tłumaczenie na angielski by David Bowie – 1972)
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