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Everyday Sunday - Gypsy Girl (What Love Is) Lyrics

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  • I think youre coming around again
  • Your psychic told you that she thinks its the end of the line
  • You put on that smile again
  • And somehow forget you were ever a friend of mine
  • These days Im amazed by the changes in you
  • But this time you decide you dont like the truth
  • Dont throw in the towel and give up on me now, what can I do?
  • CHORUS
  • Youre dying to live, youre dying to know what love is
  • And Im trying to show you something more
  • Now youre watching the sky
  • For a top gun falling out of the blue sometimes
  • You wish you could hide
  • From this nightmare you swear is becoming your everyday life
  • I know you dont show youre not doing so well
  • Its ok cause today theres a way out of this
  • Take my hand if you can and well drive all night
  • CHORUS
  • You ask me the question
  • Staring out the window with the memory running down your face
  • Is there more to this maybe?
  • Than dancing for pennies in the street like a gypsy girl, baby
  • Youre trying to lie about why youre down and out
  • Cant you see that its me youre pushing around
  • When will you be still and take your chances with God?
  • Shes music to my eyes and she lives in paradise, but something isnt right
  • She thinks shes going blind, but its just dark outside
  • Tripping along under pale street lights
  • I cant believe she says that everythings fine
  • Shes the luckiest girl alive, shes the luckiest girl alive
  • What a lucky world
  • CHORUS

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