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.
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Someday Sweetheart
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| Bing Crosby |
