| Don’t know who does,
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| (I) tell you to
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Oh, oh, oh,
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| No, no, no.
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| I must be wrong, baby, yeah.
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| But I don’t believe that he’s the one,
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| But if you insist,
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| I must be wrong, I must be wrong,
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| I have to leave,
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| And when I’m gone,
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| I’ll leave my message in my song,
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| That’s right.
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| Beware, my love,
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| He’ll bowl you over.
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| Beware, my love,
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| Before you’re much older,
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| He’ll sweep you up under his carpet.
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| You’d be in luck if you could stop it.
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| Come on, now.
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| Well, he’ll wear you out,
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| and in a miniute,
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| you’ll hear a shout,
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| and then you’ll be in it.
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| So, so beware my love,
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| 'cause he’ll take you under.
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| Beware, my love,
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| the sound of his thunder;
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| Can’t say (I've) found out.
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| I tell you to
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love.
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| Beware, my love. |