| On holidays, in lonely haunts
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| At closing time, in restaurants
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| I can’t keep on pretending not to see
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| Yeah, I’m starting to suspect
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| Though I hope I’m incorrect
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| That maybe I’m the only one for me
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| Holding hands, starlit walks
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| Making plans, silly talk
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| All I see are couples in the street
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| I always had a hunch
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| I would crumble in the crunch
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| Yeah, maybe I’m the only one for me
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| Only one for me
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| Only one for me
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| Only one for me
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| I’ll put my dreams high on a shelf
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| I’ll have to learn to like myself
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| Yeah, maybe I’m the only one for me
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| Bended knee, honeymoon
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| Nursery, another soon
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| Into my mind, the thought begins to seep
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| If no one’s fond of fucking me
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| Maybe no one’s fucking fond of me
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| Yeah, maybe I’m the only one for me
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| Only one for me
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| Only one for me
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| Only one for me
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| I’ll put my dreams high on a shelf
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| I’ll have to learn to like myself
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| I’ll put my dreams high on a shelf
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| I’ll have to learn to like myself
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| Maybe I’m the only one for me
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| On holidays |