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Text: Joe Nichols. The Early Year. I Hate the Way I Love You.

You got me walkin' up on air
And I'm afraid of heights
You fill my days with thoughts of you
That rock my sleep at night

I see another side of me
When you come into view
I hate the way, I love you
But I do

I hate the way, I miss you
Every time you're not around
And the way you got me thinkin'
It's time to settle down

I tried to fight the feeling
But this time, there's no use
I hate the way, I love you
But I do

I always used to pride myself
I never lost control
When I felt, I was in too deep
I'd pack my thing's and go

Now I've found the pieces
At the thought of losing you
I hate the way, I love you
But I do

I hate the way, I miss you
Every time you're not around
And the way you got me thinkin'
It's time to settle down

I tried to fight the feeling
But this time, there's no use
I hate the way, I love you
But I do

I tried to fight the feeling
But this time, there's no use
I hate the way, I love you
But I do
Oh, I hate the way, I love you
But I do