If I had a crystal ball, I would throw it against the wall
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'Cause some things, you just don't wanna know
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So don't try to read my palm, or predict what we'll become
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'Cause the real thing just needs space to grow
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I do believe in us, but
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But you can't fast forward through
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The kinda deep only time can prove
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What's the rush, baby, trust what faith can do
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Let's not play the game of love with scared money,
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Let's not say what we'll become
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Let's just roll the dice and throw away the cards
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You don't have to push so hard
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'Cause the gypsy in me needs to roam your heart
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(I need to roam ya..I need to roam ya..I need to roam, your heart)
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You know I would live my life
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Out a suitcase every night
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Before I'd let you tie me down
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So just lean back and relax
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Feel your bare feet in the grass
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And let love run on open ground
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I do believe in you, but
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You can't tell a bird not to fly
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You can't tell the sun when to shine
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What's the rush, baby, we can take out time
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Let's not play the game of love with scared money,
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Let's not say what we'll become
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Let's just roll the dice and throw away the cards
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You don't have to push so hard
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'Cause the gypsy in me needs to roam your heart
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"The finest tapestry takes patience and the ability to wait
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For each thread to support the bigger picture and the larger purpose
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And in the fearless, reckless pursuit of intimate love
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It is not the destination it's the journey"
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Let's not play the game of love with scared money
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Let's not say what we'll become
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Let's just roll the dice and throw away the cards
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You don't have to push so hard
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'Cause the gypsy in me needs to roam your heart
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The Gypsy
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| Amanda Marshall |
