| I have been around
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| This old block before
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| I’ve walked into abruptly closign doors
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| Schooled in hard knocks, I’ve learned alot
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| 'Bout how a heart can brake
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| I might not know what love is But I know what it ain’t
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| It aint layin’in the dark and wonderin’why she hasnt called
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| And now it’s 2 am It ain’t driving by her house to find her wrapped up in the arms of you ex-best
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| friend
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| It ain’t bold face lies or alibies that cannot be explained
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| I might not know what love is But I know what it ain’t
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| You say you could
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| Show me how to love
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| Baby there’s one thing
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| You can be sure of I wouldn’t treat you wrong cause I’ve been on The hurting side of pain
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| I might not know what love is but I know what it aint
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| It ain’t showing up for dinner with a rose and chardonnay
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| Then drinkin by yourself
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| It ain’t a postcard from Hawaii sayin’we can still be friends
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| But I met someone else
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| It ain’t bold face lies or alibies that cannot be explained
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| I might not know what love is But I know what it ain’t
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| It ain’t a mink coat, forty pairs of shoes, two 14 karet anklets on my mastercard
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| It ain’t walkin in a pawn shop, recognizing her engagement ring she swore she
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| lost
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| It ain’t bold face lies or alibies that cannot be explained
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| I might not know what love is But I know what it ain’t
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| If you had all day I could tell you things
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| That would make a grown man faint
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| I might not know what love is But I know what it ain’t
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| Yeah I know what it ain’t |