| So you think that you’re the one who’s up in score
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| Just 'cause you’re the first one walkin' out the door
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| Well take it when you leave
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| I don’t need the sympathy
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| I might stay up drunk on wine, hurt like hell,
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| and ugly cryin' black mascara tears
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| I might lock my door, sleep with my phone,
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| miss you bad for a month or so, but let me tell you somethin my dear
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| I’m gonna be just fine but you’re never
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| gonna find another love like mine, oh no no
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| See I think you think that new means better off
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| But the proof’s in the pudding once the shine is lost
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| So go and get yourself
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| A little taste of somethin else
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| I might stay up drunk on wine, hurt like hell,
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| and ugly cryin' black mascara tears
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| I might lock my door, sleep with my phone,
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| miss you bad for a month or so But let me tell you somethin my dear
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| I’m gonna be just fine but you’re never
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| gonna find another love like mine
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| It’s startin to sound like a good idea
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| The more we’re standin here
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| I’m gonna stay up drunk on wine, hurt like hell,
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| and ugly cryin' black mascara tears
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| I’m gonna lock my door, sleep with my phone,
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| miss you bad for a month or so But let me tell you somethin my dear
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| I’m gonna be just fine but you’re never gonna find, no
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| I’m gonna be just fine but you’re never gonna find, no
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| I’m gonna be just fine but you’re never
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| gonna find another love like mine, oh no no
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| Never gonna find another love like mine, oh no no |