Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose
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I was led on I suppose
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For the Gypsy was always out of reach.
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I crossed her palm with silver just to know
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What the future had to hold
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But she only turned her back on me.
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The Gypsy said no man could make her stay
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I followed anyway, living only day to day
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I left the rose as quiet as the night
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Whatever she felt then, she kept inside.
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Ah, the years they seemed to change my Gypsy's soul
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She grew weary of the road
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Looking a¢æ?round for a better way to live.
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She traded in her caravan for gold
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Pretty things to have and hold
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Always wanting more than I could give.
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Came the day I just had to go
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She screamed: a¢æ?I should have known but I never thought I'd fall'
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I said: a¢æ?You're the one who had the crystal ball'
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a¢æ?Perhaps you never saw me there at all'.
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Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose
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It was Romany I chose
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I was only caught up in a dream.
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If you see someone wearing Gypsy clothes
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Be wary of the pose
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For she may not be all that she seems.
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The Rose moved on, she left here long ago
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For where, nobody knows just to find another life
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I think about her sometimes in the night
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I never knew the red rose from the white.
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Torn between the Gypsy and the Rose.
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I was torn between the Gypsy and the Rose.
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The Gypsy And The Rose
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| Al Stewart |
