solitude; loneliness; gypsy
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I can't sleep but thats ok
Yesterday's become today,
Thinking about all I've had
Insomnia is not so bad
But each new dawn's a passing day
And passion has avoided me,
Still can't sleep,
Be careful what you tell the gypsy;
You never know what she'll use against you.
One minute she flows with the way of the world,
and the next, she rejects it.
