| Jonathon
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| The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen
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| And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she’d seen
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| Gypsy to Jonathon
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| She said, do you see what I see?, be careful to choose
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| Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true
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| When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
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| Will it turn up sorrow? |
| If it does then you lose
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| Jonathon to the Gypsy
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| I’m the lost boy can you help me
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| Yeah, I’m the lost boy can you help me
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| Jonathon
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| Then the illusion was real, a crimson idol I saw
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| But the higher he’d fly, then the further he’d fall
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| Jonathon to the Gypsy
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| I’m the lost boy can you help me
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| Yeah, I’m the lost boy can you help me
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| Jonathon to the Gypsy
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| I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be
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| The crimson Idol of a million
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| I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be
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| The crimson Idol of a million eyes
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| Of a million |