| You know it always feels like
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| You take her side
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| Clicks her fingers
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| And you arrive to see her cry
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| I’ve got two of my own kids
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| I’m a slave to my mortgage
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| I don’t ask you for nothing
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| Will it always be like this?
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| And you’re struggling to hide it
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| And I know you’ve decided
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| It’s not each in your own way
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| I can tell but you won’t say
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| Who do you love?
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| Who do you love?
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| Who do you love?
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| She reads like a textbook
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| I do things in other ways
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| Never did understand
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| And when she cries I walk away
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| She’s has younger than my kids
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| You’re a slave for her baggage
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| And I try but it wears thin
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| To be nice but I can’t win
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| And you’re struggling to hide it
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| And I know you’ve decided
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| It’s not each in your own way
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| I can tell but you won’t say
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| Who do you love?
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| Who do you love?
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| Who do you love?
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| Mother, mother, mother
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| I’m in need of your attention
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| Can we hold a conversation
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| Where she goes without a mention?
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| If I make it look easy
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| You can blame my good intentions
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| Take a walk in my world
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| Take a walk in my world
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| Who do you love?
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| Who do you love?
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| Who do you love? |