In a snitch like this
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You gotta think and I don't think you
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Think about the way he thinks
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And I know you live life
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For yourself
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But it all comes down to
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The way you help
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And I know your life is such a hell
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You wake up early and you work until
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You have your drinks at 5 o'clock
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The hours blend and your thoughts
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All haunt your hopes, your dreams
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Your everything
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Well, mama, I hope
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I dream that you won't leave
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And I have a question:
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What is love?
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What is love?
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Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
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Is it giving up?
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'Cause that's not how you
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Raised me, yeah.
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In a snitch like this you gotta think
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And I don't think you think
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About the way she thinks
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And I know you work hard everyday
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But it all comes down
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To the way you're paid
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And I know you're oh so sorry dad
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I truly believe that you're a better man
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Than to share one kiss and then give away
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From the love you come home everyday
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Your hopes, your dreams, your everything
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Well daddy, I hope, I dream
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That she won't leave
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And I have a question:
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What is love?
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What is love?
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Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
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Is it giving up?
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'Cause that's not how you
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Raised me
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And what is love?
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What is love?
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Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
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See, I don't know anymore
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I used to look
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Up to
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That love
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What Is Love?
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| Never Shout Never |
