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And she danced through the wood |
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Like a gypsy girl should, |
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And she laughed in the face of the fire |
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Under the black velvet skies |
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With the moon in her eyes, |
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Head held high, tambourine held higher. |
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And she laughed at the fools |
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Who played by the rules |
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And she wondered just what would have been, |
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If she set them all free |
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Into her fantasy. |
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Free to dance through the woods again. |
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A dangerous game |
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To know her name, |
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She was wild, she was free |
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She was calling to me, |
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same. |
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And she danced through the trees |
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For those who believed |
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She she was one with the earth and the sky, |
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In a moment she's gone |
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But her memory lives on |
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Like a shooting star through the night. |
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A dangerous game |
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To know her name, |
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She was wild, she was free |
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She was calling to me, |
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same |
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I can see her in you |
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Kindred spirits are few, |
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When you find one you hold on for good, |
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And if you lose your way |
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If you path goes astray, |
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She will lead you back to the wood. |
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A dangerous game |
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To know her name, |
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She was wild, she was free |
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She was calling to me, |
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same. |
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She was wild, she was free |
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She was calling to me |
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same.. |
