| She grew up in san diego
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| Her body was painted by the summer sun
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| She rented surfboards to make her dollars
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| So she could drift to towns along the ocean
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| Well i met her one night when the black crowes played beach
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| She wanted to dance so she came to me
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| The yellow moon the drums and the white rain in her hair
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| I fell in love with her so deep
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| Gypsy girl why do you run?
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| Your pretty feet must be so tired
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| Why don’t you stay a while in my arms?
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| Gypsy girl why are you scared of love?
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| You say love it hurt you
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| Yes it did
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| But it’s love that could save you
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| If you could let it back in
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| She lives out of her red volkswagen
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| Curtains on the windows where she sleeps at night
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| She says boy you and me we could be ramblers
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| If you could learn to hold me but not too tight
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| Let me drive away from time to time
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| Gypsy girl why do you run?
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| Your pretty feet must be so tired
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| Why don’t you stay a while in my arms?
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| Gypsy girl why are you scared of love?
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| You say love it hurt you
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| Yes it did
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| But it’s love that could save you
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| If you could let it back in
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| Gypsy girl why do you run?
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| Your pretty feet must be so tired
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| Why don’t you stay a while in my arms?
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| Gypsy girl why are you scared of love?
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| You say love it hurt you
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| Yes it did
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| But it’s love that could save you
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| If you could let it back in |