| Palace Square, Saint Petersburg
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| Can’t get it out of my head
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| Lonely voice on a gentle wind
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| Hangman wrote, no tears were shed
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| She called out, «Won't you come with me?
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| I’ll take you all the way there»
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| They said, «She'll play with your mind
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| And you’d better beware»
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| She’s a gypsy queen
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| Gold the ribbons in her hair
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| Walks the road between
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| Knows the future, doesn’t care
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| Magic place, how could I forget?
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| Angels would borrow this crown
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| Still possessed, like a masterpiece
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| Bloody the Sunday came down
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| She called out with some good advice
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| I’ll give you lessons for free
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| She said, «We, we can go anywhere
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| If you just follow me»
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| She’s a gypsy queen
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| Gold the ribbons in her hair
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| Walks the road between
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| Knows the future, doesn’t care
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| She’s a gypsy queen
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| Gold the ribbons in her hair
|
| Walks the road between
|
| Knows the future, doesn’t care
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| She’s a gypsy queen
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| Gold the ribbons in her hair
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| Walks the road between
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| Knows the future, doesn’t care |