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In a quaint caravan |
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There's a lady they call |
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The GypsyShe can look in the future |
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And drive away all your fears |
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Everything will go right |
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If you only believe |
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The GypsyShe could tell at a glance |
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That my heart was so full of tears |
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She looked at my hand |
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And told me |
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My lover was always true |
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Then all at once |
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I knew, dear |
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Somebody else was kissing you |
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But I'll go there again' |
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Cause I want to believe |
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The GypsyThat my lover is true |
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And will come back to me some day |
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She looked at my hand |
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And told me |
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My lover was always true |
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Then all at once |
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I knew, dear |
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Somebody else was kissing you |
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But I'll go there again' |
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Cause I got to believe |
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The GypsyThat my lover is true |
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And will come back to me some day |
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That my lover is true |
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And will come back to me some day |
