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 I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane 
She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame. 
I gave her all the reasons for being in despair 
She said that explanations won't get you anywhere. 
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend 
It's only the moments of choice that count in the end. 
We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake 
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. 
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child 
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild, 
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child 
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. 
She hit me in a weak spot, I knew that she was right 
She said, can you imagine a day without a night? 
Good without the evil, is a cob without the corn 
It's with the aid of demons that angels can be born 
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend 
It's only the moments of choice that count in the end.'' 
We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake 
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. 
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child 
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild, 
The eyes of a woman, the heart of a child 
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. 
We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake 
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. 
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child 
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. 
We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake 
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. 
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child 
The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. 
            
 
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