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In a snitch like this
You 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, mama, I hope
I dream that you won't leave
And I have a question:
What is love?
What is love?
Is it giving up?
'Cause that's not how you
Raised me.
You 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, mama, I hope
I dream that you won't leave
And I have a question:
What is love?
What is love?
Is it giving up?
'Cause that's not how you
Raised me.
Annons