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It's a thin line between love and hate |
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It's a thin line between love and hate |
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It's five o'clock in the morning |
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And you're just gettin' in |
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A knock upon the door |
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A voice sweet and low says (who is it?) |
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She opens up the door |
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And she lets you in |
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And never once does she say "where have you been?" |
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She says "Hold it, |
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Are you hungry, did you eat yet, |
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Let me hang up your coat now" |
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And all the time she's smiling |
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Never raises her voice |
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It's five o'clock in the morning |
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And you don't give it a second thought |
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It's a thin line between love and hate |
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It's a thin line between love and hate |
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The sweetest woman in the world |
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Could be the meanest woman in the world |
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If you make her be that way |
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She might be holding something in |
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That's really gonna hurt you |
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One of these fine days |
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There you are in the hospital |
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Bandaged from foot to head |
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In a state of shock |
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That much from bein' dead |
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You didn't think your woman |
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Could do something like that to you |
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You didn't think she'd got the nerve |
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Accidents speak louder than words |
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Louder than words |
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Louder than words |
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Louder than words |
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Come on |
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Come on, baby, baby |
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If you won't give a damn about me |
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Come on baby, baby |
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You don't really care about me |
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Hear what I say |
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Hear what I say |