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The Fortuneteller

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I never got into magic - but the magic got into me. 
I'd been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free. 


Men... I don't understand them: 
They take you for all you got 
And leave you howling at the moon 
And thinking of... I don't know what... 


Yeah I do... thinking of that man... 
Is he alone? Is he thinking of me? 
Does he still love me? 


I needed some answers - deep answers 
So there I was, on the side of town where the beggars sleep.. 
It was late - real late. 


But I knew she'd be open - gypsies love the night. 
I heard that from a friend who once knew one. 


Sure enough, her light was on and her door was cracked; 
The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation. 


But I didn't care, I was looking for revelation, 
So I walked in, and made my way through a curtain of beads. 
There must have been ten thousand candles - but only one was lit. 


I put some money on the table 
And she reached for a deck of cards and said: "Sit." 
She told me to look in her eyes.. 


I did... but I also kept my eye on that deck 
She gazed at a card... and then she said: 


"I can see that you don't really want to know 
What your future holds, as you travel down the road: 
You'd rather believe that dreams do come true, 
Than to find out they can lie to you..." 


She picked the money up from the table, and stuffed it in her blouse. 
I said: "Wait a minute - I was expecting a little bit more than that" 
She said: "What do you want me to do? - Turn myself into a cat? 
I could, you know" - and I believed her... 


Everything got deadly quiet... 
Man, I was scared - but I didn't show it. 


Then she broke the silence... "Why are your palms sweating, child?" 
God - this woman was good! 


I asked her to read my palm - she said: 
"All right, but it'll cost you another fifty 
And then I'm going to bed - gypsies hate the night... 
Gimme your hand - I'm gonna read between the lines." 


"I can see that you don't really want to know 
What your future holds, as you travel down the road: 
You'd rather believe that dreams do come true, 
Than to find he might be leaving you." 


She said: "I can see that you don't really want to know 
What your future holds, as you travel down the road: 
You'd rather believe that dreams do come true - 
So does the man who's followed you."

					

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