| I went to see a gypsy, she stayed deep up in the woods
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| I wanted to know my future, for her to tell me all she could
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| Her eyes rolled back, she looked inside her head
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| I’ve seen your road boy, and here’s what lies ahead
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| And then she said, «Boy, you’ll know a life of rejection,
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| Conjection, injection, subjection at most every turn.
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| And as you walk this earth you’re gonna' learn that
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| Heaven’s The Only Place where a fool never burns
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| A night wind it started howling, Lord it chilled me to the bone
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| Her black eyes danced above the candlelight, I swear I saw
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| A shadow walk alone I said, «Miss Lady, can you tell me when does
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| A boy become a man?» |
| When the question doesn’t matter,
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| Then you’ll understand
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| I went back to see the gypsy, her house was boarded up and
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| She was gone. |
| A Carolina moon shown bright that night, and I realized
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| That shadows don’t walk alone
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| And then I heard her say, «Boy, you’ll know a life of rejection,
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| Conjection, injection, subjection at most every turn.
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| And as you walk this earth you’re gonna' learn that
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| Heaven’s The Only Place where a fool never burns |