| On a July morning
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| In a sleeping town
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| I heard a gypsy calling
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| Surprised I turned around
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| Her dress was black as midnight
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| Her eyes was red as blood
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| Demons danced beside her devil names she called
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| She asked me for a penny
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| For what she was to tell
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| I laughed out loud and mocked her
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| Her face turned into hell
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| She cursed me with her sinful lips
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| Her hands then formed a sign
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| Lord knows from this moment
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| My life was all gone
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| Gypsy’s curse burned my soul
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| Lost and gone forever more
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| Now I stare in darkness
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| Sinking down like led
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| My only few companions
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| Are the living dead
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| Prowling like a mad man
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| Screaming at the wind
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| Demons dance beside me
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| Devil’s words I speak
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| Gypsy’s curse black bells toll
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| Forgotten empty streets I roam |