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The Fake Coin
Gypsy, you will be like the fake coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
Arms crossed to not kill her
Eyes closed to not cry
Feared being weak and forgiving her
And opened the doors wide open
Go, bad woman, go away from me
Rolling just like a curse
May one day allow the one you love the most
To pay for your desires, pay for your desires
With a bad betrayal
Gypsy, you will be like the fake coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
He kissed the black fine earrings
That she left there when she left
And those jet-black hair braids
That he once cut for her
When he was leaving, he didn't even try to see her
He didn't let out a cry, didn't say goodbye
He closed the door and to not call her
He dug his nails
He dug his nails, into his heart
Gypsy, you will be like the fake coin
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
That goes from hand to hand and no one keeps it
