| I think you’d like my new hair
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| I cut it when you weren’t there
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| And pieces of us everywhere
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| Were falling down
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| My bed is now a girl’s bed
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| Pink flowers under my head
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| And pillows on your side
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| Instead of you
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| 'Cause that’s what single girls do
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| Don’t think about you
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| I’m reading books on meditation
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| Praying for my heart’s salvation
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| Oh, I’ve got the motivation
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| To be a free girl now
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| And I’ve gone drinking with the guy down the hall
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| Put up a new color on my bare walls
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| I’m so damn busy
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| After all
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| 'Cause that’s what single girls do
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| Don’t think about you
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| And I keep trying
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| I keep trying
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| To make my way back to the light
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| Where I belong
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| But God keeps lying
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| God keeps lying
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| Saying this is for the best
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| And nothing here is wrong
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| But I’m still thinking ‘bout
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| I’m still thinking ‘bout
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| I’m still thinking about you
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| Still think about you
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| I think you’d like my new hair
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| I cut it like I didn’t care
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| The pieces of me everywhere
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| Were falling down
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| One more glass of wine
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| Before I turn off the lights this time
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| This time I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine
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| Oh-oh-ooh |