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Gypsy Blood

Old world girl, gypsy blood
Flowing scarves in your heart
Rivers over the banks with your tears
But not in the world you created in me
Just the one I wish I lived in

I can’t tell what you need from me
I’ll just be all that I know is me
I can only hope it’s the right note
You, sensitive and beautiful
I can’t just want it all for me

Your doe-eyed stare in the wood
I’m not hunter for your heart
I walked to you slowly
My hand reaching for you
But the past made you turn and run

My lover, only I can imagine
How hard it is to know how you feel
I put down my weakness
Naked, swimming the rapids across
You waited; would I really die for you?