| Saw your page, lovely new life
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| Lots of likes, lovely new wife
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| On my phone, you’re in my home
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| I’m on my own, in monochrome
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| I wanna put you behind me, I wanna put you to bed
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| Wait, what was I thinking?
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| Oh what have I said?
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| Is that me or Freud talking?
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| Or me on wine?
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| I shouldn’t be clicking
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| On your new Valentine
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| I shouldn’t be lurking, but look here I am
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| Giving into temptation, not giving a damn
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| If I just keep refreshing, maybe you’ll disappear
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| If I just make you jealous, then you’ll wish you were here
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| Baby look at the time now, I should just go to bed
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| It’s send or delete now, on all that I’ve said
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| I’m closing your page now, are you looking at mine?
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| Do you scroll through my photos
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| Just to check that I’m fine?
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| With a casual disinterest
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| Or a trace of regret
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| Or stabbed through your heart
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| When you think how we met
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| If I just knew for certain
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| That you weren’t having fun
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| I could bring down the curtain
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| It would prove that I won
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| But your face is in my face
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| And you’re all over the place
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| I’m lost without a trace
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| And your face is in my face
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| I wish you’d vanish without a trace
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| But your life is all over the place
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| And your face is in my face
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| Your face is in my face
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| It’s in my face
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| In my face
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| In my face, oh |