| And she danced through the wood
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| Like a gypsy girl should
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| And she laughed in the face of the fire
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| Under black velvet skies
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| With the moon in her eyes
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| Head held high, tambourine held higher
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| And she laughed at the fools
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| Who played by the rules
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| And she wondered just what would have been
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| If she set them all free
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| Into her fantasy
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| Free to dance through the woods again
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| A dangerous game
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| To know her name
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| She was wild, she was free
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| She was calling to me
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| Sister gypsy, we’re one and the same
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| And she danced through the trees
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| For those who believed
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| She was one with the earth and the sky
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| In a moment she’s gone
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| But her memory lives on
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| Like a shooting star through the night
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| A dangerous game
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| To know her name
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| She was wild, she was free
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| She was calling to me
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| Sister gypsy, we’re one and the same
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| I can see her in you
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| Kindred spirits are few
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| When you find one you hold on for good
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| And if you lose your way
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| If your path goes astray
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| She will lead you back to the wood
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| A dangerous game
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| To know her name
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| She was wild, she was free
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| She was calling to me
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| Sister gypsy, we’re one and the same
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| She was wild, she was free
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| She was calling to me
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| Sister gypsy, we’re one and the same |