| I ain’t that stereotypical woman
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| Singin' bout a man that’s gone
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| And cryin' while I look out the window
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| It’s easy to move on
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| I don’t care if he calls no more, whoa oh
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| At least that’s what I tell myself to make it through
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| The days and nights alone here when I’m missin' you
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| I’m tryin' not to trip but I don’t feel comfortable
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| Cuz every time I go to turn on the radio
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| They’re playin our song
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| Every time that I hear it
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| My heart wants to jump out of my chest doin such a rush
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| They’re playin' our song and my whole body feels it
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| it’s cryin' out baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| They’re playin' our song
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| oh, oh, oh, oh (2x)
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| They’re playin' our song
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| I ain’t that every girl that’s brokenhearted
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| Waitin' for a telephone call
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| And holdin' so tight to my pillow
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| See life really started the moment that you left me alone whoa, oh, oh
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| At least that’s what I tell myself to make it through
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| The days and nights alone here when I’m missin' you
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| I try not to trip but I don’t feel comfortable
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| Every time I go to turn on the radio
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| Don’t think that I’m waistin' my time
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| Cryin' and wishin' you could be mine
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| Got my feelings under control til I turn on the radio
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| They’re playin' our song Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| They’re playin' our song, oh yeah |