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.  
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