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doro - the fortuneteller lyrics

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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.”

- doro lyrics

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