Tenement slum
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Ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
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You think that I don't feel love
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But what I feel for you is real love
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In other's eyes I see reflected
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A hurt, scorned and rejected
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Love child, never meant to be
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Love child, born in poverty
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Love child, never meant to be
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Love child, take a look at me
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I started my life in an old, cold run down tenement slum
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My father left
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He never even married mom
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I shared the guilt my mama knew
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So afraid that others knew I had no name
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This love we're contemplating
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Is worth the pain of waiting
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We'll only end up hating
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The child we maybe creating
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Love child, never meant to be
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Love child, scorned by society
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Love child, always second best
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Love child, different from the rest
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Hold on
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Hold on (Ooooooohhh)
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I started school, in a worn, torn,
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Dress that somebody threw out
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I knew the way it felt, to always live in doubt
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To be without the simple things
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So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me
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Don't think that I don't need you
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Don't think I don't wanna please you
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No child of mine 'll be bearing
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The name of shame I've been wearing
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Love child, never quite as good
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Afraid
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Ashamed
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Misunderstood
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But I'll always love you
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I'll always love you
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I'll always love you
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I'll always love you
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I'll always love you
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I'll always love you
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You-ooo-ooo
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You-ooo-ooo
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You-ooo-ooo
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Love Child
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| Faith Hill |
