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The tarot is fate |
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Said the gypsy queen |
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And she beckoned me |
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To glimpse the future she'd seen... |
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She said, try to run away, |
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You don't know what to do, |
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Do you feel it's real, |
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Do you believe it's true? |
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When I lay the card down |
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Will it turn up the fool |
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Will it turn up sorrow, |
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Is there one there for you, |
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For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee |
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For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee |
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Illusions are real |
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Oh, illusions are real, |
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And the dreams that you fear |
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All come back to you |
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And voice the scream and you hear |
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She said, try to run away, |
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You don't know what to do, |
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Do you feel it's real, |
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Do you believe it's true? |
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When I lay the card down |
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Will it turn up the fool |
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Will it turn up sorrow, |
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Is there one there for you, |
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For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee |
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For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee |
