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The fortuneteller

I never got into magic, but the magic got into me.
Id been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free.
Men... I dont understand them.
They take you for all you got
And leave you howling at the moon
And thinking of... I dont 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 shed 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 didnt 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 dont really want to know
What your future holds as you travel down the road
Youd 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 didnt 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 itll cost you another fifty,
And then Im going to bed. gypsies hate the night...
Gimme your hand. Im gonna read between the lines.

I can see that you dont really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the road
Youd rather believe that dreams do come true
Than to find he might be leaving you

She said ... I can see that you dont really want to know
What your future holds as you travel down the road
Youd rather believe that dreams do come true
So does the man whos followed you.