bitter
that you never let me in but you said you would
that you never let me get to know your other world
you said
all you want is what we have
and I always knew
that you couldn't live without them
that it meant too much still
despite your desires and feelings
it still meant too much
so you drive through the night to call me at three o'clock in the morning
and you say it is an old Gypsy's tradition
and i hear your cousins laugh
in the morning I cried
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