(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Yeah, yeah)
Sweet summer gypsy girl, I see you in the rain,
Lost in the haze, like I’ve known you forever — and it’s strange.
You dance like you’re made of stars,
But I can’t quite reach you, no matter how far.
Verse 1
I catch glimpses of you — in that beautiful night sky
Do you look to the heavens...
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