Oh you think you got a gypsy smile
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But it won't get you out of trouble this time
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All you ever had is the memory
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And the rose that you keep for company
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Anyone could have cracked the code
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Anybody could have cracked that code
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So touch up your makeup
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And save up all your pride
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You once made everyone your lover
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And I bet you felt just like a bride
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While they were talking in some foreign tongue
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You were parading around like a beggar in an iron lung
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Cause something must be breaking your heart
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Yes something is breaking your heart
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That I loved like a vigilante lover
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That I loved like a vigilante fool
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The air was heavy over the village square
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It's not everyday they auction off despair
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There were voices floating in that country air
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And secret policemen watching everywhere
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Anyone could have cracked the code
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Anyone could have cracked that code
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I drive a stolen car
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I got a monkey jar
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That makes the blood run cold
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And I see through windows
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And I hear through walls
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But nothing you can do can touch me at all
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But I wouldn't feel so forlorn
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There must be some saving grace
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I hear the Rosy Christians have just hit town
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And they're all heading for your place
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Cause something is breaking your heart
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Something is breaking your heart
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I hope something is
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I loved you like a vigilante lover
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I loved you like a vigilante fool
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Vigilante Lover
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| John Cale |
