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W.a.s.p. - The Gypsy Meets The Boy W.a.s.p. - The Gypsy Meets The Boy |
*** Autor textu: Blackie Lawless | (Jonathon:)
The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen
And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she´d seen
(Gypsy to Jonathon:)
She siad, do you see what I see?Be careful to choose
Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow?If it does then you lose
(Jonathon to the Gypsy:)
I´m the lost boy can you help me
Yeah, I´m the lost boy can you help me?
(Jonathon:)
Then the illusion was real a Crimson Idol I saw
But the higher he´d fly, then the further he´d fall
(Jonathon to the Gypsy:)
I´m the lost boy can you help me
Yeah I´m the lost boy can you help me?
(Jonathon to the Gypsy:)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be
The Crimson Idol of a million
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be
The Crimson Idol of a million eyes
Of a million |
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