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In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the gypsy |
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She can look in the future and drive away all your fears |
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Everyone of your fears |
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Everyting will come right if you'll omly believe the gypsy |
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She could tell at a glance that my heart was so full of tears |
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She looked in my hand and told me my love was always true |
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But yet in my hearts I knew dear somebody else was kissing you |
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But I'll go there again caise I want to believe the gypsy |
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That my lover is true and will come back to me someday |
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She looked in my hand and told me my love was always true |
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But yet in my hearts I knew dear somebody else was kissing you |
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But I'll go there again caise I want to believe the gypsy |
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That my lover is true and will come back to me someday |
