Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be.
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Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze.
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Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privelage.
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Talk about your freedom. I'll take you where I think it is.
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Gypsy road. Is the highway that I run to.
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Gypsy road. Welcome to your dreams.
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Oh oh oh, Gypsy road.
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Living by my own rules. A rebel yell and a rebel creed.
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Keep your life simple. Try not to take what you don't need.
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Think about your freedom. Dream a little every day.
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Suddenly you'll find yourself there.
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Follow me. Walk this way.
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[CHORUS.]
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I'll find my dreams. You find yours too.
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Gypsy Road
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| Bruce Dickinson |
