Melissa

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Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
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The gypsy flies from coast to coast
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Knowing many, loving none,
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Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
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But back home he'll always run to sweet melissa... mmm...

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Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
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And no one knows the gypsy's name

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No one hears his lonely sigh,
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There are no blankets where he lies.
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In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies with sweet melissa... mmm...

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Again the morning's come,
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Again he's on the run,
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Sunbeams shining through his hair,
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Appearing not to have a care.
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Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on.

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Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord)
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Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
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Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
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Or will his spirit roll away? 

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But I know that he won't stay without melissa.
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Yes I know that he won't stay without melissa.