I met a sad old gypsy on the road to Berlin
By chance, I got to spend a little time with him
We shared a few life stories on that dusty old train
So I thought I'd take a minute to share them again with you
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He talked of all the twists and turns he'd taken in life
And how his spirit clung to God to do what was right
Sure he got the prize, but he never counted the cost
I felt his pain as he shared with me all that he had lost
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If you could only see what was there in his eyes
An eternity of wandering in search of the prize
He'd had it all, the money, all the fame and romance
And now he she a tear as he faced the last dance
Well, the blessing comes but once he said
But it's not for you, it must be shared
And if you keep it to yourself
You'll be no use to anyone else
And he who gives will take away
And you must face the same dark day
That even now is all my pain
I'll never have this dance again
Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes
And all our hopes and all our dreams get lost in our selfish scheme
It's not about you, it's not about me
It's about loving something you can't see
It's all about what we're willing to share
It's about our hearts and who lives there
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Oh, yeah
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As the train rolled into the city, he shake his head as if to say
"It's your turn now, just know the game that you're about to play"
It seemed as if right there and then a light came to his eyes
As he exchanged this dance of life for a far better prize
And so this tired old gypsy drifted slowly away
Beaten by the game he'd taught so many to play
He said, "I'd do it all again if I had the time
It's time for me to take one more bow
I'll take the last dance"
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I'll take the last dance
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Thank you so much
Appreciate it, thank you