| If loving you is a crime
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| Then give me time
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| Cause I always be guilty
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| Sometimes, I feel that I’m on trial
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| For loving you too much, child
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| You’re the judge and the jury
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| Of my peers
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| If it’s time for me to talk
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| Lord, listen here
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| If you don’t want me
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| To steal your heart
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| Lock me up
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| and keep us both apart
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| And if they let me go,
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| I know it
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| I will do the same thing
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| over again
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| So if loving you’s a crime
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| then give me time
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| Cause I’ll always be guilty
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| Lord, have mercy
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| I stand before you
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| a condemned man
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| Because I had
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| a deliberate plan
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| To steal your heart
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| Oh, your love away
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| But I got caught
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| what can I say?
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| I’m guilty, so guilty
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| Woo, Lord, guilty
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| but I know now
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| If they let me go
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| I know it
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| I will do the same thing
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| over again
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| So, if loving you is a crime
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| Then give me time
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| Cause I always be guilty
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| So guilty, so guilty
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| So guilty
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| I’m sitting in a witness stand
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| I got to plead guilty
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| If it’s a crime in this world
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| for loving a woman
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| somebody let me know
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| I’ll serve the rest of my life
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| Pleading love, love |