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Went to see the gypsy |
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Stayin' in a big hotel |
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He smiled when he saw me coming |
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And he said "Well, well, well" |
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His room was dark and crowded |
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Lights were low and dim |
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"How are you?" he said to me |
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I said it back to him |
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I went down to the lobby |
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To make a small call out |
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A pretty dancing girl was there |
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And she began to shout |
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"Go on back to see the gypsy |
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He can move you from the rear |
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Drive you from your fear |
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Bring you through the mirror |
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He did it in Las Vegas |
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And he can do it here" |
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Outside the lights were shining |
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On the river of tears |
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I watched them from the distance |
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With music in my ears |
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I went back to see the gypsy |
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It was nearly early dawn |
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The gypsy's door was open wide |
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But the gypsy was gone |
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And that pretty dancing girl |
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She could not be found |
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So I watched that sun come rising |
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From that little Minnesota town |
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From that little Minnesota town |