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In a quaint caravan
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There's a lady they call The Gypsy
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She can look in the future
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And drive away all your fears
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Everything will come right
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If you only believe The Gypsy
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She could tell at a glance
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That my heart was so full of tears
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She looked at my hand and told me
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My lover was always true
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And yet in my heart I knew, dear
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Somebody else was kissing you
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But I'll go there again
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'Cause I want to believe The Gypsy
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That my lover is true
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And will come back to me some day
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Gypsy
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Dinah Shore |