Itīs just the gypsy in my soul
Make me pack up my things and go
It may seem like Iīm on a roll
But itīs just the gypsy in my soul
Layinī out in the midday sun
Tryinī so hard not to run
Looking out at the deep blue sea
I guess itīs just the gypsy in me
Jump on that train, catch that plane
Here and there and back again
Well it seems like some kind of cruel fate
Keep me moving in this restless state
Sometimes it feels like I donīt have any goal
Itīs just the gypsy
Catch that train, jump on that plane
Here and there and back again
Well it seems like some kind of cruel fate
Keep me moving, moving in permanent restless state
Seems like some days I donīt have any goal
Itīs just the gypsy in my soul
Gypsy in my soul
Gypsy in my soul
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