And so you've made a nasty mess;
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you have caused your mother great distress
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They're bound to even up the score
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you'll get no sweeties anymore
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They'll give your friends a talking to
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persuade them not to play with you.
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They'll tell them 'bout your awful crime
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there'll be no second chance this time
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It seems they're out to take your skin
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They'll cut you up and throw you in
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They say you've led them up the path
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and now they'll take their turn to laugh
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They say they laid a careful trap
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and now you've fallen in their lap.
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They're out to make a sacrifice
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and you're the one to pay the price.
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It's no use knocking on the door
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There's none can help you anymore
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You've gambled and your chance was lost
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and now you'll have to pay the cost
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You wouldn't take your mum's advice
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and now you'll have to pay the price
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They say the piper calls the tune
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You'll hear his music very soon.
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The Piper's Tune
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| Procol Harum |
