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Forget the middle being what's played |
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Gypsies have babies just the same |
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You know my name, you just do |
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That don't mean I told it to you |
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Into my life, water came |
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With it regret and shame |
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Down to the banks, frozen and strained |
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Flushed-faced, cold-handed |
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Hopped up on cocaine |
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For many reasons, I left my home |
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Most of the reasons, I still don't know |
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I meet my friends in the places I stay |
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That don't mean I don't know my own way |
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Into my life, water came |
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With it regret and shame |
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Down to the banks was the refrain |
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Flushed-faced, cold-handed |
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Hopped up on cocaine |
