A Kind Of Love
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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