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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.
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 here.
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.