Went to see the gypsy
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Staying in a big hotel
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He smiled when he saw me coming
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And he said, "Well, well, well"
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His room was dark and crowded
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Lights were low and dim
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"How are you" he said to me
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I said it back to him.
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I went down to the lobby
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To make a small call out
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A pretty dancing girl was there
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And she began to shout
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"Go on back to see the gypsy
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He can move you from the rear
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Drive you from your fear
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Bring you through the mirror
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He did it in Las Vegas
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And he can do it here".
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Outside the lights were shining
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On the river of tears
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I watched them from the distance
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With the music in my ears.
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I went back to see the gypsy
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It was nearly early dawn
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The gypsy's door was open wide
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But the gypsy was gone
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And that pretty dancing girl
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She could not be found
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So I watched that sun come rising
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From that little Minnesota town.
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Went To SeeThe Gypsy
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| Bob Dylan |
