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I never got into magic, but the magic got into me. |
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I'd been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free. |
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Men... i don't understand them. |
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They take you for all you got |
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And leave you howling at the moon |
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And thinking of... i don't know what... |
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Yeah, i do. thinking of that man. |
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Is he alone? is he thinking of me? |
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Does he still love me? |
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I needed some answers. deep answers ... |
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So there i was on the side of town where the beggars sleep. |
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It was late. real late ... |
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But i knew she'd be open. gypsies love the night. |
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I heard that from a friend who once knew one. |
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Sure enough her light was on and her door was cracked. |
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The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation. |
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But i didn't care. i was looking for revelation. |
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So i walked in and made my way through a curtain of beads. |
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I put some money on the table |
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And she reached for a deck of cards and said: "sit." |
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She told me to look in her eyes. |
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I did... but i also kept my eye on that deck. |
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She gazed at a card and then she said ... |
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I can see that you don't really want to know |
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What your future holds as you travel down the road |
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You'd rather believe that dreams do come true |
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Than to find out they can lie to you |
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She picked the money up from the table and stuffed it in her blouse. |
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I said, "wait a minute ... i was expecting a little bit more than that." |
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She said, "what do you want me to do? turn myself into a cat? |
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I could you know. and i believed here. |
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Everything got deadly quiet. |
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Man, i was scared, but i didn't show it. |
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Then she broke the silence. "why are your palms sweating, child?" |
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God, this woman was good. |
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I asked her to read my palm. she said, |
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"all right, but it'll cost you another fifty, |
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And then i'm going to bed. gypsies hate the night... |
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Gimme your hand. i'm gonna read between the lines." |
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I can see that you don't really want to know |
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What your future holds, as you travel down the road |
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You'd rather believe that dreams do come true |
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Than to find he might be leaving you |
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She said ... i can see that you don't really want to know |
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What your future holds as you travel down the road |
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You'd rather believe that dreams do come true |
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So does the man who's followed you. |