"I can't hide what I've done
Scars remind me of just how far that I've come
To whom it may concern
Only run with scissors when you want to get hurt
'Cause I'm a gypsy are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me
I don't make agreements just like a gypsy
And I won't back down ‘cause life's already bit me
And I won't cry I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy"
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