17 abril 2011


Broke my heart on the road
Spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on
Crayons and dolls pass me by
Walking gets too boring when you learn how
to fly

Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off and who knows what you might find
Won't confess all my sins
You can bet all trying but you can't always win

'Cause I'm a gypsy are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit
Never made agreements, just like a gypsy
And I won't back down cause life's already bit me
And I won't cry I'm too young to die if you're gonna
quit me
'Cause I'm gypsy

I can't hide what I've done
Scars remind me of just how far that I've come
To who it may concern
Only run with scissors when you want to get hurt

And I say
Hey you you're no fool. If you say no
Ain't it just the way life goes
People fear what they don't know
Come along for the ride
Come along for the ride


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