| I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy
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| To live the Romany way your whole life through
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| Busking 'round the world it leaves me thinking
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| That it’s less a pound I have to give to you
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| The road’s the shoe that fits, I can’t deny it
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| Now there’s nothing wrong with living on the go
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| It can be for a week if you can take it
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| To have to find a place each night to go
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| There’s nothing wrong with wondering if there’s more to life than this
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| To return your lover’s warmth and hear, «I missed you so.»
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| It’s everyone’s land no one can lay a claim here
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| Any more than the deep ocean bed below
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| To answer to no one, but still you’re singing
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| For your supper out each night in the cold
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| I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny
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| Dear god, like this, I just cannot home
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| I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny
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| Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you |