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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 getting in |
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You knock on the front door |
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And a voice sweet and low says |
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'who is it?' |
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She opens up the door and lets you in |
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Never once asks where have you been |
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She says 'are you hungry? |
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Did you eat yet? |
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Let me hang up your coat |
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Pass me your hat' |
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All the time she's smiling |
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Never once raises her voice |
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It's five o'clock in the morning |
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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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(repeat) |
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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 that way |
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You keep hurting her |
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She'll keep being quiet |
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She might be holding something inside |
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That'll really, really hurt you one day |
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I see her 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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Just that much from being dead |
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You couldn't believe the girl |
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Would do something like this, ha |
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You didn't think the girl had the nerve |
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But here you are |
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I guess action speaks louder than words |
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It's a thin line between love and hate |
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