| As she reads my palms, her crystal shone like the sun
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| She said she was nearing her end and that I was a chosen one
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| With one turn of her hourglass years gone by like the shifting sand
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| In search of the lonely one who’s been burned by the gypsy’s brand
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| Soothsayer, spellbinder, I’m looking for you
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| You hold the key, an end to the mystery
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| And it all comes down to you
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| Soothsayer
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| The stars that cross the sky lit like a candle’s flame
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| I knew for my curse that the gypsy was to blame
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| She spoke of the prophecy that I was doomed to walk the land
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| Forewarned by the tarot card, turned by the gypsy’s hand
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| Soothsayer, spellbinder, I’m looking for you
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| You hold the key, and end to the mystery
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| And it call comes down to you
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| Soothsayer
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| Some many years have passed since I’ve heard the gypsy’s bell
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| So many men have died under the weight of her spell
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| Now I wear the mark and bear the gypsy’s name
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| With this my end is near and you’ll feel the gypsy’s pain
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| Soothsayer, spellbinder, I’m coming for you
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| You’ve held the key, and end to the mystery
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| And it all comes down to you
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| Soothsayer |