Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the Gypsy that I was
To the Gypsy that I was
And it all comes down to you
Well you know that it does, well
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
Oh and it lights up the night
And you see your Gypsy
You see your Gypsy
To the Gypsy, that remains
She faces freedom, with a little fear
I have no fear, have only love
And if I was a child, and the child was enough
Enough for me to love, enough to love
She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just, a wish
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see your Gypsy
You see your Gypsy
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Well it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
It all comes down to you
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