| I’ve got a car outside with no m.o.t
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| And I ain’t got the money for a holiday
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| I go down to the dole but I’m not a computer
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| And they’ve only got a job that they think will suit ya
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| Well I’m not giving up this time of day
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| You can point the finger but I know the way
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| I’m a gypsy chasing the moon
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| Moving all the time it could be soon
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| If the spirits call you’ve got to follow
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| Even if you have to beg or borrow
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| I’m gonna sell that car and learn to walk
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| I’m gonna find my friend and have a talk
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| Cos I’m not giving up this time of day
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| You can point the finger but I know the way
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| I’m a gypsy chasing the moon
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| Moving all the time it could be soon
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| Well how you gonna know when to make your getaway
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| Well here’s one take it and kill that ashtray
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| Well when the devil just spits in the deep blue sea
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| I’m not gonna let that happen to me
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| Cos I’m not giving up this time of day
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| You can point the finger but I know the way
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| I’m a gypsy chasing the moon
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| Moving all the time it could be soon
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| So they talk about you
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| But there’s someone else killing
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| The you and me the me and you
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| And all the fucking animals that are in the zoo
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| Now I’m not giving up this time of day
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| You can point the finger but I know the way
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| I’m a gypsy chasing the moon
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| Moving all the time it could be soon |