| I don’t ever think about you
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| Don’t buy anything you hear
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| And I can have a drink without you
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| And I won’t end up calling you in tears
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| I don’t have any pictures of you
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| Still saved in folders on my phone
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| And since I’m never thinking of you
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| I’m doing wonderful alone
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| I’m doing wonderful alone
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| I’m doing wonderful alone
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| I’ll tell you all about the weekend
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| And how I spend it all with other boys
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| You tell me it’d be nice to meet them
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| Without a bit of envy in your voice
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| And I won’t ever write you letters
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| So I don’t have a single thing to burn
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| And since I’m doing fine, I’m better
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| And I won’t have to sit and wait my turn
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| Affectionate and wise, you listen
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| Give me good advice I’ll follow
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| It’s definitely my decision
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| I’m not missing anything at all
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| It’s never «want» and only «can't»
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| So while you hold my lonely hands, you’ll know
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| I hate the taste of soap and you’re a waste of hope
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| And I don’t ever hear your laughter
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| When I think about our little inside jokes
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| And I don’t ever see your cats' fur on me
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| Or buy the kind of cigarettes you smoke
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| And I won’t ever sit impatient
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| And dream of, baby, when you’re gonna call
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| It’s only your imagination
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| 'Cuz I don’t ever think of you at all
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| 'Cuz I don’t ever think of you at all
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| Affectionate and wise, you listen
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| Give me good advice I’ll follow
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| It’s definitely my decision
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| I’m not missing anything at all
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| It’s never «want» and only «can't»
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| So while you hold my lonely hands, you’ll know
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| I hate the taste of soap and you’re a waste of hope
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| It’s never «want» and only «can't»
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| So while you hold my lonely hands, you’ll know
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| I hate the taste of soap and you’re a waste of hope |