| Gypsy in my blood
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| And i lie where the myth is sold
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| Cross my palm with silver
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| And i’ll give you my heart of gold
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| Steal away my crystal ball
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| And bring me in from the cold
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| And it’s fair to say there’s no comfort here
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| No hands to hold and treasure dear
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| You could very well be the very death of me Crawling 'round your floor
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| On my hands and knees
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| All caution to the wind
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| Taken by the breeze
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| No grave concern for repercussion
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| No room for talk or brave discussion
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| Well i never
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| But the devil may care
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| I’m coming in On a wing and a prayer
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| Snowbound daze
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| Leaves me high and dry
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| And i swear there’s more to me than meets your hollow eyes
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| Throw me a line i’m sinking fast
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| I’m not yet willing to die
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| My secret’s safe with you i trust
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| Show me faith and give me dust
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| Well i never
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| But the devil may care
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| I’m coming in On a wing and a prayer
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| The devil always fools
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| With the best laid plans
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| And never can i meet
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| With all your choice demands
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| It goes against the grain
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| To place my life in your hands
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| I’ll take the flak if you’ll take the blame
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| Well i never
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| But the devil may care
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| I’m coming in On a wing and a prayer
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| Well i never
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| But the devil may care
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| I’m coming in On a wing and a prayer |