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Girls Aloud Love Hate

gonna make it through? Always up, down Running me around When I give, take You don't reciprocate Is it love, hate? Tell me what it's gonna be Is it love, hate

gonna make it through? Always up, down Running me around When I give, take You don't reciprocate Is it love, hate? Tell me what it's gonna be Is it love, hate

Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violin's center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand

Can't explain how I'm feeling So confused never felt so alone Tired of constantly wanting you near Loving you, hating you Here by the phone One

the ones who have a soul Chorus I don't really hate you Just don't wanna date you There's not much else too it Don't wanna talk about it Chorus I don't really hate

one of the most interesting words in the English language today is the word "fuck". It is one of those magical words which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love