| Mister Marvin Gaye came to me
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| Just last night in a dream
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| Said he had a song for me he never released
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| He would like for me to sing
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| And then I woke up this morning
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| There was a melody in my head
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| Hurried so I wouldn’t forget it
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| I grabbed the pen and paper by the bed
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| Hummed it a couple of times
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| Until the words start making sense
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| Jotting down a couple of lines
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| I think it went a little something like this
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| He said, people, times are changing
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| He said, people, stop your complaining
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| Oh, people, you gotta give something to get something
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| People, he wasn’t playing around
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| You gonna end up with nothing
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| Said, have more than what you show
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| Speak less than what you know
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| If you ain’t got nothing good to say
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| Then keep your damn mouth closed
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| Be a man of you word, see it through 'til the end
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| If God can’t trust you with the smallest things
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| He’ll never trust you with the big
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| Remember, hurt people, wanna hurt people
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| And church people, are sometimes the worst people
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| So work, people, gotta know your worth, people
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| To get what you deserve
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| He said, people, times are changing
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| He said, people, stop your complaining
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| Oh, people, you gotta give something to get something
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| Better stop playing around
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| Before you wind up with nothing
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| La, la, la, la
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| People, I think the world’s changing
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| You are what you think you are
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| Love is love, love is love |