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Someday, sweetheart, |
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You may be sorry |
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For what you've done |
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To my poor heart; |
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And you may regret |
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Those vows that you've broken, |
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And the things that you did to me |
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That made us drift apart. |
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Oh, you're happy now, |
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And you can't see how |
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Those weary blues |
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Will ever come to you; |
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But as you sow, |
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So shall you reap, dear; |
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And what you reap |
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Will gonna make you weep, |
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Someday, sweetheart! |
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Someday, sweetheart, |
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Oh you're gonna be sorry, oh yes1 |
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For what you done |
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To my poor heart; |
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And you may regret |
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Those vows that you've broken, oh-oh-oh-oh! |
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And the things that you did to me |
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That made us drift apart. |
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Oh, you're happy now, |
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And you can't see how |
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Those weary blues |
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Ever gonna come to you; |
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But as you sow-ho-ho, |
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So shall you reap, |
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And what you reap |
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Is gonna make you weep, |
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Someday! |
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Come on baby, |
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Have a heart! |
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Don't you tell me |
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That we have to part. |
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You know I've loved you |
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From the start, |
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You'll rue the day, |
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And blue is the day |
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You break my heart. |
