| Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose
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| I was led on I suppose
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| For the Gypsy was always out of reach
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| I crossed her palm with silver just to know
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| What the future had to hold
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| But she only turned her back on me
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| The Gypsy said no man could make her stay
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| I followed anyway
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| Living only day to day
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| I left the rose as quiet as the night
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| Whatever she felt then, she kept inside
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| Ah, the years they seemed to change my Gypsy’s soul
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| She grew weary of the road
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| Looking round for a better way to live
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| She traded in her caravan for gold
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| Pretty things to have and hold
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| Always wanting more than I could give
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| Came the day I just had to go
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| She screamed «I should have known
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| But I never thought I’d fall»
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| I said «You're the one who had the crystal ball
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| Perhaps you never saw me there at all»
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| Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose
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| It was Romany I chose
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| I was only caught up in a dream
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| If you see someone wearing Gypsy clothes
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| Be wary of the pose
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| For she may not be all that she seems
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| The Rose moved on, she left here long ago
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| For where, nobody knows
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| Just to find another life
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| I think about her sometimes in the night
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| I never knew the red rose from the white
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| Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose
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| I was torn between the Gypsy and the Rose |