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Well, I realized that I really need those eyes, I love you Gypsy Eyes, I love you Gypsy Eyes. Alright! Gypsy! Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire, Wondrin' where in this world might you be. And knowin' all the time you still are roamin' the countryside. Do you still think about me? Oh, my Gypsy . . .
Well I walk right on to your rebel roadside. The one that rambles on for million miles. Yes, I walk down this road, Searching for your love and my soul too.