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Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be

Living in the shadows where this is no sun there in no breeze

Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege

Talk about freedom, I'll take you where I think it is

Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to

Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams

Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed

Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don't need

Think about freedom, dream a little every day

Suddenly you'll find yourself there, follow me, walk this way

I'll find my dreams

You'll find your's too