“Gypsy” by Fleetwood Mac

And it all comes down to you, well you know that it does.

To the gypsy that remains
Faces freedom with a little

And if was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for to love
Enough to love

She was just a
She was just a
And a memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy, oh

And it all comes down to you
And it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
And it all comes down to you

still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you

still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
(She was just a wish)
(She was just a wish)
And it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice

CPE

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