Budapest

Down where the mighty river flows
There's a place we used to go
And spend all the night
Sunsets and in betweens
Love rushes on tram machines, oh yeah
And the story goes

Budapest
I know your heart can be a mess
Budapest
I love the way you dress

Old streets but a new routine
Must have seen you in a magazine, oh yeah
So the story goes
You get wasted every friday night
Break my heart but that's alright
For me, you're still the best

Budapest
I know your heart can be a mess
Budapest
I love the way you dress
Budapest
I know it's hard to be the best
Budapest
Don't make me guess



Credits
Writer(s): Balázs Tóth
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