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You should know by now |
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All there is to know |
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About how this is going to go |
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When the whisky drops |
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Down my burning throat |
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The words come out, "Let's go" |
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And so we will |
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Hold our thumbs up |
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To the wind and |
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See which way she blows |
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And off we go |
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Thought I was my own |
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My mother, bless her soul |
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Her gypsy blood takes hold |
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And everything is grey |
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'Til I'm out again |
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Nothing is certain |
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So we will |
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Hold our thumbs up |
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To the wind and |
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See which way she blows |
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Here we go |
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And if the wind blows west |
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We'll go west |
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And if the wind blows south |
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We'll go south |
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One thing you should know |
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Is that I'd stay for you |
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If you asked me to |
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But you have gypsy blood |
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Running through you too |
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Or at least you're glad I do |
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So we will |
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Hold out thumbs up |
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To the wind and |
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See which way she blows |
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Oh love |
