Some day boy you'll reap what you've sown
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You'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own
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And you will see that what's wrong with me
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Is wrong with everyone that
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You want to play your little games on
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Poetry and flowers pretty words and threats
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You've gone to the dogs again and I'm not placing bets
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On you coming home tonight anything but blind
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If you take me for granted then you must expect to find
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Surprise, surprise
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Valentine's Day is over, it's over
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Valentine's Day is over
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If you want to talk about it well you know where the phone is
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Don't come round reminding me again how brittle bone is
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God didn't make you an angel the Devil made you a man
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That brutality and economy are related now I understand
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When will you realise that as above so below there is no love
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For the girl with the hour glass figure
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Time runs out very fast
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We used to want the same things but that's all in the past
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And lately it seems that as it all gets tougher
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Your ideal of justice just becomes rougher and rougher
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Thank you for the things you bought me thank you for the card
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Thank you for the things you taught me when you hit me hard
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That love between two people must be based on understanding
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Until that's true you'll find your things
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All stacked out on the landing, surprise, surprise
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Valentine's Day Is Over
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| Billy Bragg |
