viernes, 14 de mayo de 2010


Broke my heart on the road, spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on. Crayons and dolls pass me by. Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly. Not the homecoming kind, take the top off and who knows what you might find. Won't confess all my sins, you can bet I'll try it, but you can't always win. 'Cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me? I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me. I never made agreements, just like a gypsy, and I won't back down 'Cause life's already bit me. And I won't cry, I'm too young to die If you're gonna quit me, 'Cause I'm a gypsy. I can't hide what I've done, scars remind me of just how far that I've come. To whom it may concern, only run with scissors when you want to get hurt. I said: "Hey you, you're no fool". If you say 'NO', ain't it just the way life goes? People fear what they don't know. Come along for the ride, 'Cause I'm a gypsy...

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