Can't say (I've) found out,
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(I) can't tell you
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what's all about.
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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.
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Beware My Love
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| Paul McCartney & Wings |
