Born under a gypsy moon, you said you wanted to follow the ocean
And I know it's your devotion that makes you want to roam
You left your love behind, because you knew you had no time
And you still cry out from the pain, I guess it's the cost of your freedom
And honesty, it's a lonely word, but lies they create the distance
Well, for instance, you don't need it, you don't need it, your heart
Born under a gypsy moon, you said you wanted to follow the ocean
And I know it's your devotion that makes you want to roam
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