| Gypsies & Indians |
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| Gypsies and Indians |
| God cut us from the same tree |
| Gypsies and Indians |
| No place to go no place to be |
| I saw her standing by the river |
| Gypsy guitar in her hand |
| She sang a song that would haunt me |
| Again, again and again |
| I felt the fire in his red skin |
| As we lay down in the sand |
| And we made love by the blood moon |
| Again, again and again |
| When I awoke he had left me |
| His arrows lay in the sand |
| I’ll pray he’ll come back and take me |
| Again, again and again |
