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Gypsy in my blood |
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And I lie where the myth is sold |
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Cross my palm with silver |
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And I'll give you my heart of gold |
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Steal away my crystal ball |
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And bring me in from the cold |
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And it's fair to say there's no comfort here |
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No hands to hold and treasure dear |
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You could very well be |
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The very death of me |
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Crawling 'round your floor |
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On my hands and knees |
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All caution to the wind |
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Taken by the breeze |
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No grave concern for repercussion |
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No room for talk or brave discussion |
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Well, I never |
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But the Devil may care |
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I'm coming in |
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On a wing and a prayer |
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Snowbound daze |
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Leaves me high and dry |
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And I swear there's more to me |
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Than meets your hollow eyes |
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Throw me a line, I'm sinking fast |
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I'm not yet willing to die |
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My secret's safe with you, I trust |
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Show me faith and give me dust |
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Well, I never |
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But the Devil may care |
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I'm coming in |
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On a wing and a prayer |
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The Devil always fools |
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With the best laid plans |
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And never can I meet |
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With all your choice demands |
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It goes against the grain |
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To place my life in your hands |
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Once and for all, never again |
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I'll take the flak if you'll take the blame |
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Well, I never |
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But the Devil may care |
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I'm coming in |
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On a wing and a prayer |
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Well, I never |
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But the Devil may care |
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I'm coming in |
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On a wing and a prayer |
