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Oh my word, what does it mean? |
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Is it love or is it me |
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That makes me change so suddenly? |
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Looking out, feeling free. |
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Sit here lying in my bed, |
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Wondering what it was I'd said |
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That made you think I'd lost my head, |
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When I knew I lost my heart instead. |
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Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy. |
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Tell me what I hope to find deep within me. |
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Because you can find my mind, please be with me. |
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Of all the better things I've heard, |
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Loving you has made the words |
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And all the rest seem so absurd, |
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'Cause in the end it all comes out unsure. |
