| You think that I don’t feel love
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| But what I feel for you is real love
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| In other’s eyes I see reflected
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| A hurt, scorned and rejected
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| Love child, never meant to be
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| Love child, born in poverty
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| Love child, never meant to be
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| Love child, take a look at me
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| I started my life in an old, cold run down tenement slum
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| My father left
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| He never even married mom
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| I shared the guilt my mama knew
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| So afraid that others knew I had no name
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| This love we’re contemplating
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| Is worth the pain of waiting
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| We’ll only end up hating
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| The child we maybe creating
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| Love child, never meant to be
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| Love child, scorned by society
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| Love child, always second best
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| Love child, different from the rest
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| Hold on
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| Hold on (Ooooooohhh)
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| I started school, in a worn, torn
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| Dress that somebody threw out
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| I knew the way it felt, to always live in doubt
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| To be without the simple things
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| So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me
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| Don’t think that I don’t need you
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| Don’t think I don’t wanna please you
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| No child of mine 'll be bearing
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| The name of shame I’ve been wearing
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| Love child, never quite as good
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| Afraid
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| Ashamed
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| Misunderstood
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| But I’ll always love you
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| I’ll always love you
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| I’ll always love you
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| I’ll always love you
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| I’ll always love you
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| I’ll always love you
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| You-ooo-ooo
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| You-ooo-ooo
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| You-ooo-ooo |