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There's a story |
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The gypsies know is true |
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That when your love wears golden earrings |
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He belongs to you |
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An old love story |
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That's known to very few |
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But if you wear those golden earrings |
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Love will come to you |
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By the burning fire |
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They will glow with ev'y coal |
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You will hear desire |
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Whisper low inside your soul |
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So be my gypsy |
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Make love your guiding light |
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And let this pair of golden earrings |
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Cast their spell tonight |
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So be my gypsy |
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Make love your guiding light |
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And let this pair of golden earrings |
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Cast their spell tonight |