| Our fathers out of India come
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| And stopped where they found water
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| And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
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| Coveted our daughters, coveted our daughters
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| And the moon shone into the seas across the palms with silver
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| There was music that night in the dark campsite
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| And the music made you shiver, to be the gypsy
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Across the deserts our fathers come
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| With dancing boy and bear and drum
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| And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
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| Coveted our freedom, coveted our freedom
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| And we fit in your landscape as the sixth to the five senses
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| But the pastures close as the cowboy knows
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| And the world’s cut up by fences, to catch the gypsy
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| And the colours fade on the caravans
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| And old roads bend in change
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| And the vigilantes move us on
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| But still we do remain, and while we do remain
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| Your ways only keep us on the paths we have chosen
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| When it’s cold at night, and the fire won’t light
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| And the children’s hands are frozen, and it’s hard to be the gypsy
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Oh, the fire that burns, the cage, the key, the dancer of delight
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| The flame that burns behind the eyes
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| Yet flickers in your sight, flickers in your sight
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| And you may die of cold because the ways that you have chosen
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| Has warmed your hands, but not your heart and left your poor soul frozen
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| Let the gypsy dance
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Now if the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
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| That the flame needs air to burn, and soon it’ll be all over
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| If the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
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| That the flame needs air to burn, and soon it’ll be all over
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| Now if the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
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| That the flame needs air to burn, and soon it’ll be all over
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| If the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
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| That the flame needs air to burn, and soon it’ll be all over
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| Now if the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
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| That the flame needs air to burn, and soon it’ll be all over
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| If the gypsy cannot dance, in your heart you may discover
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| That the flame needs air to burn, and soon it’ll be all over |