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When a days work is done |
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And you're down on the ground |
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You come home just to find |
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That she's not around. |
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You see red, you see red, |
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When she takes you for a fool. |
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You see red, you see red |
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Read the writing on the wall. |
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What you give is what you get |
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When it comes to loving. |
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If you lie, make her cry, |
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She will leave you alone. |
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You see red, you see red, |
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When she takes you for a fool. |
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You see red, you see red |
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Read the writing on the wall. |
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So you drink your gin, |
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And drown your sorrows, |
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Don't expect a tomorrow. |
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Wasting away ain't now way to say |
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That you're sorry, for what you have done. |
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When a days work is done |
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And you're down on the ground |
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You come home just to find |
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That she's not around. |
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You see red, you see red, |
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When she takes you for a fool. |
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You see red, you see red |
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Read the writing on the wall. |
