I fell in a stream
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Neck deep in needles
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A slow motion sunlit scene
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I woke in a world
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With two kinds of people
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The more and the less extreme
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Was it some kind of dream?
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Or is it real?
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Then I awoke
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To then white policemen
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Who held me until I choked
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They brought me in
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Like McCarthy and Nixon
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That isn't all she wrote
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Log on to a suicide note
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But I can't get nothin'
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That can be bought
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So I'll just live
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With what I got
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I'm the gypsy
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And I'll never be
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Anyone's president
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So I'll just live
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'Til my time's spent
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I'm the gypsy
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I'm the gypsy
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Little Susie Baker went to meet her maker
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For a ten pound note
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A glass and a sucker is all that it got her
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Guess she got her goat
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And the Camptown ladies say ¡íyou have a nice day
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Just be along your way . . . GET OUT ! ! ! !
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CHORUS
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I fell in a stream of lilac and razors
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What do you think that means?
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Another day - another stomach
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Aches for some other way
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But for now I'll just live today . . . OH YEAH ! ! ! ! !
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But I can't get nothin' that can be bought
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So I'll just live with what I got
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I'm the gypsy - I'm the gypsy
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The Gypsy
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| Spock's Beard |
