The smell of your old cigarette heads
Stayed on my coat
And even though I find it kinda gross
It somehow comforts me
The great thing about us
Is that we're practically the same
And you know
That's what scares me the most
My hearts always traveled with me
In my suitcase
And I guess I don't want to see it
Ending up in yours
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
You and I both know
That a gypsy's heart can't settle down
So if you don't mind me asking
What do we do now
'Cause I have to admit
Even the highways
All look the same
Since you've been around
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
But for some odd reason
When I got you to be more
Than just another song to sing
But for some odd reason
When I got you to be more
Than just another song to sing
But for some odd reason
When I got you to be more
Than just another song to sing
But for some odd reason
When I got you to be more
Than just another song to sing
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
Well you look like trouble
But I guess I do too
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