| In a ring of men, with money changing hands
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| All the gypsy kings, they were gathered from miles around
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| I was tapped on the shoulder, stripped to the waist
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| But I was quick, quicker than all of them
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| I watched him fall, then he staggered back
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| There was blood on my hands, but my face was intact
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| I picked up all my money and I walked away
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| It was like I was chosen, but I did not choose
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| I was in love, just the one time
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| It was years ago, I still have her photograph
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| I look at it sometimes, when I’m on my own
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| I think of her sometimes, when I’m on my own
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| We fought the once and she went down
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| I’m sorry now, but you can’t go back
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| I was wrong and I have paid
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| Carry it with me for the rest of my days
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| Do you keep one bullet left for yourself
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| For when it’s all over and done?
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| My grandmother’s house, it’s all empty now
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| I live here alone, nobody bothers me
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| I work on shift down at the bakery
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| And I fix up the house and I try to be happy
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| My father’s rage is still in me
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| I bury it down where nobody sees
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| Everyone knows me here, but they don’t speak
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| Maybe that’s just the way that I like it to be
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| Do you keep one bullet left for yourself
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| For when it’s all over and done?
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| I’ve gone to ground — just like the animals
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| In the fading light where all men go
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| Gone to ground — just like the animals |