| I don’t miss your dirty clothes on the floor
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| No-one leaves the lights on anymore
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| The towels are hanging just where they should
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| It’s drop-dead quiet in my neighbourhood
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| I’m not that fragile, I’m not gonna break, love’s so overrated
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| I’m not gonna need, not gonna need
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| Not gonna need you if I fall
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| So why am I crying?
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| I’m not gonna miss, not gonna miss
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| Not gonna miss you, not at all
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| So what am I doing here on the floor, crying?
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| I don’t need your love notes to cheer me up
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| I can live without that kind of stuff
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| You don’t have to wake me with a kiss every day
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| I’m tired of roses anyway
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| I’m not that fragile, I’m not gonna break, love’s so overrated
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| I’m not gonna need, not gonna need
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| Not gonna need you if I fall
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| So why am I crying?
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| I’m not gonna miss, not gonna miss
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| Not gonna miss you, not at all
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| So what am I doing here on the floor, crying?
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| So don’t you worry about me
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| Go on, enjoy being free
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| I don’t miss your dirty clothes on the floor
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| I’m not gonna beg, not gonna crawl
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| Not gonna need you if I fall
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| So why am I crying?
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| I’m not gonna miss, not gonna miss
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| Not gonna miss you, not at all
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| So what am I doing here on the floor
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| Doing here on the floor, crying? |