Time to get to work
Dreams won’t wait no how
Left undone they only burn
You’ve done it before
God knows you will again
But the road is yours this time
Like a gypsy on the wind
Distractions and addictions
Clip our pretty wings
Reality is hard enough
When the caged bird never sings
Like a gypsy on the wind
Cut those mortal strings
Like a gypsy on the wind
Rise up on rebel wings
Walk that crooked mile
Step on that lonesome ride
Sweet girl, you were meant to fly
With that wild woman smile
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