“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 fear

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

She was just a wish
She was just a wish
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

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

I 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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