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Went to see the gypsy, |
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Stayin in a big hotel. |
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He smiled when he saw me coming, |
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And he said, well, well, well. |
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His room was dark and crowded, |
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Lights were low and dim. |
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How are you? he said to me, |
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I said it back to him. |
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I went down to the lobby |
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To make a small call out. |
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A pretty dancing girl was there, |
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And she began to shout, |
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Go on back to see the gypsy. |
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He can move you from the rear, |
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Drive you from your fear, |
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Bring you through the mirror. |
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He did it in las vegas, |
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And he can do it here. |
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Outside the lights were shining |
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On the river of tears, |
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I watched them from the distance |
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With music in my ears. |
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I went back to see the gypsy, |
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It was nearly early dawn. |
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The gypsys door was open wide |
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But the gypsy was gone, |
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And that pretty dancing girl, |
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She could not be found. |
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So I watched that sun come rising |
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From that little minnesota town. |
