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In a quaint caravan |
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There's a lady they call the gypsy |
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She can look in the future |
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And drive away all your fears |
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Everything will come right |
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If you only believe the gypsy |
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She could tell at a glance |
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That my heart was so full of tears |
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She looked at my hand and told me |
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My lover was always true |
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And yet in my heart I knew dear |
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Somebody else was kissing you |
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But I'll go there again |
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'Cause I want to believe the gypsy |
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That my lover is true |
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And will come back to me some day |
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You see she looked in my hand and told me |
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That my baby would always true |
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And yet in my heart I knew dear |
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That somebody else was kissing you |
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But I'll go there again |
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'Cause I want to believe the gypsy |
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That my lover is true |
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And will come back to me some day |