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We all wanna be loved, yeah |
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We all want just a little respect |
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We all wanna be loved |
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Tell me what's wrong with that |
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Oh, somebody tell me |
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A rainy monday afternoon |
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There's a funk over the city |
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Everybody's movin' to a different tune |
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Some are weak and some are strong |
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And some are sittin' pretty |
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And then there's others who are barely hanging on |
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It's no easy situation |
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People living in their separate worlds |
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But one thing we got in common is |
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(chorus) |
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We all wanna be loved |
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We all want just a little respect |
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We all wanna be loved |
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Tell me what's wrong with that |
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I've never heard a dying soul |
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Wish that he had taken |
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More time on his portfolio |
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I swear i've never heard a mama say |
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Should've never had that baby |
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As a doctor holds her newborn on display |
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It's the heavenly prescription |
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A little bit will go a long, long way |
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Just put yourself in their position, don't... |
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(repeat chorus 2x) |
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[ahhh yeah, now this is what i call a party] |
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[party people everywhere] |
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[???] |
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[look to my left, there go my boys] |
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[hold up fellows, hold up] |
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[wait, hold up fellows] |
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Faith and hope are worth a mention |
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But love is holding it's position |
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(repeat chorus) |
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Love is a thing that we all crave |
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Let's get it straight |
