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You My baby You My baby You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do And you keep getting away with it I don’t know just what to say If it was not happening to me Would I look the other way Yet I’m trying not to worry Keep my apathy at bay All your actions will be back son And very soon you’ll go away Karma is a filthy, sometimes evil, nasty trick She’ll be back to fuck with you And I might care a little bit You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you put me through You My baby Every little thing comes back around to you You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do You keep talking like you own it Like the rules don’t go your way Every camera loves a circus Every circus gets its day You can dress it up in glory You can shout it till they sway But the bill is getting bigger And somebody’s gonna pay Karma is a filthy, sometimes evil, nasty trick She’ll be back to fuck with you And I might care a little bit You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you put me through You My baby Every little thing comes back around to you You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do Round and round and round she goes Nobody knows where karma flows You can run, but she runs too Funny how she catches you You can bluff and you can lie Wave your hands and testify But every debt comes due someday And karma loves a grand display You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you put me through You My baby Every little thing comes back around to you You My baby You will meet up with the hurt that you do You My baby You My baby Every little thing comes back around to you