| To the faraway places and friends
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| Of the people and the places I’ve been
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| I’ll sing you a song, and I won’t keep you long
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| For the tambourine’s playin', and the carnival’s callin' me on
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| And the rock and roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
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| On the carnival strips they’ll stay
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| And the golden earrings laugh at the light
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| As life is more than a play
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| For tomorrow will soon be yesterday
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| To the motherless children who ride
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| On the shadowless highway at night
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| It’s more than a game
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| More than fortune or fame
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| For the winner takes nothing and the loser gets all that remains
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| And the rock and roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
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| On the carnival strips they’ll stay
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| And the golden earrings laugh at the light
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| As life is more than a play
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| For tomorrow will soon be yesterday
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| And the rock and roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
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| On the carnival strips they’ll stay
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| And the golden earrings laugh at the light
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| As life is more than a play
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| For tomorrow will soon be yesterday |