"Gypsy" lyrics - BO BURNHAM


On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm,
I went to Astor Place
And had a gypsy read my palm
Or maybe just my face.

She said my heart was heavy
And my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hand,
They hid behind my eyes.

The room is dull and dank and cold but at
Least I have a hand to hold.


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