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Maggie was a girl, she was in love with Joe One day he said to her: I don't really know if you really love me, and she said no He said: I hate you anyway and now I'm gonna go And she said Hatred, baby, is just another kind of love Joe, he met the devil later on his way And he heard him say: Hey Joe, why don't you stay a little while with me, I'll give you what is good But Joe, he goes: I hate you 'cause I think I should And he heard Hatred, Joey, is just another kind of love Joe some days found he was getting old He started to forget things he had been told And to hate the world that went around so swinging and the day he died he heard all the birds singing Hatred, honey, is just another kind of love So dont you tell somebody that you hate them in a way And if somebody tells you don't believe it anyway and if you come across some hate why don't you try to find what love's got to do with it and what there is behind 'cause you know Hatred, baby, is just another kind of love |
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