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Oh, gypsy rose |
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I will wait for your sun to shine |
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Now you've got me goin' |
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Somewhere no one could find |
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All in my life |
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It's the world that makes me cry |
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Oh, summer day |
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Go back home, give your body away |
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Milky arms and legs |
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Wrap around this neglected frame |
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And the world will make you cry |
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Yeah, the world won't tell you why |
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But this world won't make you die |
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'Cause I loved you right |
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Oh, gypsy rose |
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You got me swallowed up in your streets |
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Bring your food, money, shoes |
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Just to lie here with you beneath your sheets |
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I see hope in your eyes |
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It's the world that makes you cry |
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Rose, I got no friends |
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I got no kids and I don't got kin |
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My one salvation |
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Is the warmth of your skin |
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And this world will make you cry |
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Yeah, the world will make you lie |
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Oh, the world will suck you dry |
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Oh, but I love you right |
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Oh, summer day |
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Go back home, give your body away |
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And when I wake |
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You'll have saved my life |
