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Jonathan:

The tarot is fate, said the gypsy queen

And she beckoned me; to glimpse my future she'd seen

She said

Gypsy to Jonathan:

Do you see what I see? Be careful to choose

Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true

When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?

Will it turn up sorrow? If it does then you lose

Jonathan to the Gypsy:

I'm the lost boy can you help me

Yeah, l'm the lost boy can you help me

Gypsy to Jonathan:

Then the illusion was real, a crimson idol I saw

But the higher he'd fly, then the further he'd fall

She said

Gypsy to Jonathan:

Do you see what I see? Be careful to choose

Be careful what you wish for, cause it may come true

When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?

Will it turn up sorrow? If it does then you lose

Jonathan to the Gypsy:

I'm the lost boy can you help me

Yeah, l'm the lost boy can you help me

Jonathan to the Gypsy:

I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be

The crimson idol of a million

I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be

The crimson idol of a million eyes

Of a million