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| So I'm back to the velvet underground back to the floor that i love... to a room with sun, lace, and paper flowers.... back to the Gypsy that i was to the Gypsy that i was... |
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| through the Gypsy that remains who faces freedom with a little fear i have no fear and you owe me love and if i was a child and the child was enough enough for ME to love...... enough to love ..... |
| Lightning strikes... maybe once, maybe twice and it all comes down to you.... it all comes down to you...... |
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| And it all comes down to you... well, you know that it does when lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice and it lights up the night and you see your Gypsy You see your Gypsy....... |
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| She is dancing away...from you now (she was just a witch) (she was just...a witch) and a memory is all that's left for you now... You see Your gypsy... You see Your gypsy.... |
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| So.....it's Back to the Gypsy.......that i was... to the Gypsy that i was. laces |