Gypsy Dancer

There may be weather
 It's coming ahead
 This empty bottle
 Causes this aching head
 It's all an illusion
 'Cause you will not break those ties
 And now the memories fading
 We don't know why
 A quick sight in the mirror
 I'm losing patience with myself
 My pockets are empty
 This gun is my will
 Oh, you took it from me
 When the morning was still young
 And with the opening of eyes
 You were gone
 A sweet serenade
 A sweet dancer
 It was the touch of your hands
 You'll be my final romance
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 There may be weather
 Still coming ahead
 The closer I get now
 I'm no further ahead
 It's still an illusion
 'Cause you just will not break those ties
 And so the memories fading
 And now we both know why
 A sweet serenade
 A sweet dancer
 It was the touch of your hands
 You'll be my final romance
 A sweet serenade, ohh
 A sweet gypsy dancer, ohh
 It was the touch of your hands
 It's always been the touch of your hands
 Always be the touch of your hands
 You'll be my final romance