| I don’t know how to be single
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| I don’t like talking to people
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| I’m not myself now that you’re gone, you’re gone
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| I don’t know how to be single
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| I hit a party in SoHo with people I don’t know
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| I’m starting over with someone new
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| Somebody who isn’t you (yeah)
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| And even a church song sounds like a love song
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| When you’re with someone and I miss you
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| I’m missing, I’m missing you
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| And all my friends, friends are going home with someone
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| Here I am talking to myself, no one else, damn
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| I don’t know how to be single
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| I don’t like talking to people
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| I’m not myself now that you’re gone, you’re gone
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| I don’t know how to be single
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| I’m in a room full of people talking to myself
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| Hoping they can’t tell that I don’t wanna be here
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| I don’t wanna be here
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| I thought I’d be better in two weeks
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| But you got me fucked up
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| Talking to someone who kinda looks like you, mm
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| She gave me her number but I’m not gonna call it
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| I thought I’d feel different if I’m being honest
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| And all of my friends, friends are going home with someone
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| Oh, no
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| I don’t know how to be single
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| I don’t like talking to people
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| I’m not myself now that you’re gone, you’re gone
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| I don’t know how to be single
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| I don’t like going to parties
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| If I can’t have my hands on your body, ooh
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| I’m not myself now that you’re gone, you’re gone
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| I don’t know how to be single
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| She gave me her number but I’m not gonna call it
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| I thought I’d feel different if I’m being honest
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| She gave me her number but I’m not gonna call it
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| I thought I’d feel different if I’m being honest
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| I don’t know how to be single, damn |