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She grew up in san diego |
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Her body was painted by the summer sun |
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She rented surfboards to make her dollars |
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So she could drift to towns along the ocean |
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Well i met her one night when the black crowes played beach |
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She wanted to dance so she came to me |
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The yellow moon the drums and the white rain in her hair |
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I fell in love with her so deep |
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Gypsy girl why do you run? |
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Your pretty feet must be so tired |
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Why don't you stay a while in my arms? |
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Gypsy girl why are you scared of love? |
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You say love it hurt you |
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Yes it did |
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But it's love that could save you |
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If you could let it back in |
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She lives out of her red volkswagen |
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Curtains on the windows where she sleeps at night |
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She says boy you and me we could be ramblers |
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If you could learn to hold me but not too tight |
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Let me drive away from time to time |
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Gypsy girl why do you run? |
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Your pretty feet must be so tired |
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Why don't you stay a while in my arms? |
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Gypsy girl why are you scared of love? |
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You say love it hurt you |
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Yes it did |
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But it's love that could save you |
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If you could let it back in |
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Gypsy girl why do you run? |
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Your pretty feet must be so tired |
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Why don't you stay a while in my arms? |
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Gypsy girl why are you scared of love? |
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You say love it hurt you |
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Yes it did |
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But it's love that could save you |
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If you could let it back in |
