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Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face

Mother don't fret I won't be a disgrace

Don't wanna hear the critics tell me to stop

Obliterate incinerate until I'm on the top

Obstacles mount gotta make it through the snow

A 9 to 5 job is nothing that I know

See the world through the eyes of a traveled young man

I gotta be someone that you'll never understand

Living like a gypsy now

Mother I'm living like a gypsy now

Can't you see the sacrifice on my brow

Mother I'm living like a Gypsy now

Glide through the night and watch the cloud turn light

Another eight hours in this tedious plight

Another foreign city in another foreign land

Another breakdown for this wavering van

Tensions run high and my eyes turn red

Everyone's sick and there's a throb in my head

No one gets sleep till we make it back home

Insomnia hits and never lets go

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