| Oh you think you got a gypsy smile
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| But it won’t get you out of trouble this time
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| All you ever had is the memory
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| And the rose that you keep for company
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| Anyone could have cracked the code
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| Anybody could have cracked that code
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| So touch up your makeup
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| And save up all your pride
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| You once made everyone your lover
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| And I bet you felt just like a bride
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| While they were talking in some foreign tongue
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| You were parading around like a beggar in an iron lung
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| Cause something must be breaking your heart
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| Yes something is breaking your heart
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| That I loved like a vigilante lover
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| That I loved like a vigilante fool
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| The air was heavy over the village square
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| It’s not everyday they auction off despair
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| There were voices floating in that country air
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| And secret policemen watching everywhere
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| Anyone could have cracked the code
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| Anyone could have cracked that code
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| I drive a stolen car
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| I got a monkey jar
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| That makes the blood run cold
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| And I see through windows
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| And I hear through walls
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| But nothing you can do can touch me at all
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| But I wouldn’t feel so forlorn
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| There must be some saving grace
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| I hear the Rosy Christians have just hit town
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| And they’re all heading for your place
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| Cause something is breaking your heart
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| Something is breaking your heart
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| I hope something is
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| I loved you like a vigilante lover
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| I loved you like a vigilante fool |