| All your gypsy friends have gone away now
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| It’s for someone else they sing their song
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| You said it’s all a masquerade
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| And life was just a game you played
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| But now, too late, you see that you were wrong
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| All the friends you hung around are gone now
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| They’re all entertaining someone else
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| You lived your life without a goal
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| And now, you feel you’ve lost your soul
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| And you can only blame it on yourself
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| Wasn’t it you who said that nothing matters?
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| Wasn’t it you who said life’s a holiday?
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| Well, if it’s true that nothing really matters
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| What are you doing, feeling down this way?
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| I remember when I tried to warn you
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| You told me not to try to tie you down
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| Now, your mind is filled with doubt
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| The crowd that you were in is out
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| And you have no idea where you’re bound
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| Wasn’t it you who said that nothing matters?
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| Wasn’t it you who said life’s a holiday?
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| Well, if it’s true that nothing really matters
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| What are you doing, feeling down this way?
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| What are you doing, feeling down this way?
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| What are you doing, feeling down this way? |