| I met a sad old gypsy on the road to Berlin
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| By chance I got to spend a little time with him
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| We shared a few life stories on that dusty old train
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| So I thought I’d take a minute
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| Just to share them again with you
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| He talked of all the twists and turns he’d taken in Life
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| And how his spirit clung to God to do what was right
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| Sure he got the prize but he never counted the cost
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| I felt his pain as he shared with me all that he had
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| Lost
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| If you could only see what was there in his eyes
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| An eternity of wandering in search of the prize
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| He’d had it all, the money, all the fame and romance
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| And now he she’d a tear as he faced the last dance
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| The blessing comes but once he said
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| But it’s not for you, it must be shared
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| And if you keep it to yourself
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| You’ll be no use to anyone else
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| And he who gives will take away
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| And you will face the same dark day
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| That even now is all my pain
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| I’ll never have this dance again
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| Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes
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| All our hopes and all our dreams
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| Get lost in all our selfish schemes
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| You see, it’s not about you, it’s not about me It’s about loving something we can’t see
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| It’s all about what we are willing to share
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| It’s about our hearts and who lives there
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| As the train rolled into the city
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| He shook his head as if to say
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| It’s your turn now, just know the game
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| That you’re about to play
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| And it seemed as if right there and then
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| A light came to his eyes
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| As he exchanged the dance of life
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| For a far better prize
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| And so the tired old gypsy drifted slowly away
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| Beaten by the game he’d taught so many to play
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| He said «I'd do it all again if I had the chance»
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| But I’m ready now for one more bow
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| I’ll take the last dance |