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She woke up in a town made of quick sand |
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gets harder to move everyday she stays |
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He woke up in the same hotel he always does |
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just different numbers on the doors |
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Maybe they'll meet |
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Maybe they won't |
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Maybe they'll love each other and... |
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Maybe they don't |
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Shes a gypsy |
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Hes a pirate on the run |
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Her eyes they know too much |
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She'll treat ya like somebody but you just can't touch |
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His smile ain't seen the light of day |
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Exchanged it for some treasure somewhere along the way |
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Maybe the stars will align so they can sail on together |
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Maybe he'll steal her life |
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and she'll take his heart |
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and his favorite sweater |
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She's a gypsy |
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He's a pirate on the run |
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Ooh yes, They finally did meet |
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and let me tell ya |
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We loved, the first and last kind of love |
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I was perfect for her soul |
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I was perfect for his heart |
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And together we are perfect apart |
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Back when it was only you and me |
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Baby we were gonna be fine |
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Oh, then reality makes sure that you'll never be mine |
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I'm a gypsy |
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He's a pirate on the run |
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She's a gypsy |
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And I'm a pirate on the run |