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You said you were told that our love was true
But you shouldn't trust everything the gypsy tells you
And you stayed here when I told you not to run
But honey you should never believe a man with a gun

And I could tell you that it’s a wild world out there
But baby that’s not my job
You know It’s just filled with lonely people
Who’ll do anything not to grow up

And the day you finally reach the big city you’ll see
Why your mother told you to stay away from guys like me