| People say
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| They’re jealous of me
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| Asking all the time how I can be so lucky
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| And how they wish they’d never kissed
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| The single life goodbye
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| And why
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| They struggle every day
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| To keep from straying
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| They want my life
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| They call and me a crafty little devil
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| They think I’ve got it made
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| That my streets are paved and golden
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| And I bath in sun rays every day
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| And everybody tell me
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| Not to be afraid
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| To gather all the harvest
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| That the good Lord made
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| Single life is not what it appears to be
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| Hope it’s not how fate has mapped my life for me
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| When you sleep
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| You sleep alone
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| And you can roll right to the centre of the bed
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| And you don’t have to have strength
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| For anybody else
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| And you never have to shout
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| To defend yourself
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| You can eat cake and even ice cream
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| And you can stay out really late
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| And you can bring home someone
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| To make you feel special
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| But it’s for a few hours
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| Then they go away
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| And everybody tell me
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| Not to be afraid
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| To gather all the harvest
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| That the good Lord made
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| Single life is not what it appears to be
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| Hope it’s not how fate has mapped my life for me
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| Single life is not what it appears to be
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| Hope it’s not how fate has mapped my life for me
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| When I see two people
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| They look crazy in love
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| A little bit of heaven
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| Shining in their eyes
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| Free and single sounds exciting and it can be
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| With no warning a great adventure calls
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| Hitch a ride
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| Every time I think I’ve found that someone
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| I awake
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| Single life is not what it appears to be
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| Hope it’s not how fate has mapped my life for me
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| Single life is not what it appears to be
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| Hope it’s not how fate has mapped my life for me
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| Single life is not what it appears to be
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| Hope it’s not how fate has mapped my life for me
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| Don’t obsess
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| But I’m looking real hard
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| It’s a spice that I’m missing
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| From the ingredients
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| I got freedom
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| And the money that I work for every day
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| Could buy me a colour
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| But it won’t buy me a body
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| I can feel the language
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| The language of love
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| That’s so universal
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| Everybody gets to speak it
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| When they fall in love
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| That’s the end of lonely nights
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| And
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| Single life |