In a sitch like this you've gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way he thinks
And I know you live life for yourself
But it all comes down to the way you help

And I know your life is such a hell
You wake up early and you work until
You have your drinks at 5 o'clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all
Haunt

Your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well, momma I hope, I dream, that you won't
Leave

And I have a question!

What is love?
What is love?
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