IT’S A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE & HATE, its a thin line between love&hate…one o’clock in the mornin’ and I’m just gettin in.She never asks me where I’ve been, she never raises her voice, sweetest woman in the world…..I just haven’t found her yet,but I have hope.

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