Talking gypsy market blues,
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I was too late but I never got to choose,
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Talking gypsy market blues,
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I was too late but I never got to choose.
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Got to have them gypsy boots,
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Followed them by familiar ?,
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Rabbled round from town to town,
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Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse.
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Saw the bullfighters last stand,
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I've been ? dust I've been kicking cans.
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All my family they went home,
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Let me in Portugal all alone.
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Dreamed I saw that caravan,
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But it was just a car park man,
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Said to me as I stood in line,
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There's nothing in the world as sad as time.
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Well if nothing comes to nothing,
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Then what's the point,
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I sat right down and I built my joint,
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? passed me by.
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? left me dry.
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Well talking gypsy market blues,
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I was too late but I never got to choose,
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Talking gypsy market blues,
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I was too late but I never got to choose.
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3 days later when I awoke,
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My dust filled lungs could hardly cope,
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Realised I was not alone,
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I was in the old car park man's home,
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Looked out the window at the local scenes,
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? and grilled sardines,
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Then through the door came the maid,
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Said Maria was her name.
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Long dark hair and copper skin,
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Washed away my seven sins.
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? what's this bad news
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I told her of my gypsy blues
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Maria laughed and said your cute,
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You don't need no gypsy boots,
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Picked myself up off the floor,
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I don't need them boots no more,
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I don't need them boots no more,
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I don't need them boots no more,
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Said I don't need them boots no more
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(don't need them boots baby)
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Talkin' Gypsy Market Blues
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| The Coral |
