| It’s a thin line between love and hate
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| It’s a thin line between love and hate
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| It’s five o’clock in the morning
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| And you’re just getting in You knock on the front door
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| And a voice sweet and low says
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| «who is it?»
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| She opens up the door and lets you in Never once asks where have you been
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| She says «are you hungry?
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| Did you eat yet?
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| Let me hang up your coat
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| Pass me your hat»
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| All the time she’s smiling
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| Never once raises her voice
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| It’s five o’clock in the morning
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| You don’t give it a second thought
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| It’s a thin line between love and hate
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| The sweetest woman in the world
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| Could be the meanest woman in the world
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| If you make her that way
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| You keep hurting her
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| She’ll keep being quiet
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| She might be holding something inside
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| That’ll really, really hurt you one day
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| I see her in the hospital
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| Bandaged from foot to head
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| In a state of shock
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| Just that much from being dead
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| You couldn’t believe the girl
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| Would do something like this, ha You didn’t think the girl had the nerve
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| But here you are
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| I guess action speaks louder than words
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| It’s a thin line between love and hate |