There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don’t know how to… Read more →
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The Sacred Art Of Leaving
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Billy Franks. Boy, those lyrics are sharp. I only had to be cut once to know how to bleed I know why we tend to love most those who know How to leave and Take my hand and let me tell you All but my love will soon be gone And the exit wound will be… Read more →
