Rapsodia gitana

Too late, my time has come 
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I’ve got to go
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooo
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish i’d never been born at all
(Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters)

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