Lyrics:
There's a story the gypsies know is true,
That when your love wears golden earrings he belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very few,
Gypsy woman told my mama
'While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
You're like a sailor
With a girl on every shore
Loving them now
For they won't see you no more
You're like a gypsy, yeah
Always on the run
You
You're like a sailor
With a girl on every shore
Loving them now
For they won't see you no more
You're like a gypsy, yeah
Always on the run
You
It's their demise
Now he's free from his
Bastille over seas
You've got nothing
Left to fear
If you've played by the
Rules of the Chosen one
You avert his
The bastille rumbles, with the screams of orphaned sons
Abhorrent factions, divided by the tax of the poor
Frantically waving their swords and shields,
SO YOU SHOWED YOUR WORLD TO ME
AND BIT BY BIT
YEAR BY YEAR
YOU’D PULL OVER
YOU’D COVER IT UP
AS IF TO SHOW THE WORLD
JUST WHO YOU’RE NOT
YOU PAINT
to Bastille in the hills, feeling surreal
It's kinda something
Bumping Mike Will, it's kinda something
Talking thrills and heights, we jumping, uh
Off
of the game
By sword or by flame you die just the same
No warning
No warning
A king or a maid
The blink of an eye, the slide of the blade
No warning
No warning
All I see is
Violence when my eyes catch the news
I hear the sirens break the silence
This is the 500th time they swerving by us
Society is ordered
and in turn
Found ourselves somewhere between
Montmartre Village and the Sacre-Coeur
Pass by artists studio spaces the legacy of
Artists now famous,
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very few
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
Theres a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
He belongs to you
An old love story thats known to very few
But if
Fighting for justice fighting for freedom
In days of horror and fear
Saving the people saving the noble
But is betrayed by his dear
They seek him
you stroll in
Like a gypsy tumbleweed
You'll only stay for one or two drinks
I wish you'd just stay here with me
Oh, you'll make sure I see
When
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
Then we moor where the gypsies are playing
Their songs full of passionate love
And then we dance, dance, dance
Get into a trance
To the rhythm
heart away from me
But you are a fucking bitch
I hate you gypsy witch
I curse the day I've met you, oh yeah
Truly, deeply, madly yours
I'm bewitched by
Got me a gypsy wagon for my travels down the road
A little gypsy wagon that I call my home
Gonna spend each night underneath the stars by the river
Her feet tell the story of love and pain
a constant journey in the rain
shes a gypsy
the dirt on her nails are from different lands
and from each
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
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