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Reba McEntire - Strange |
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I laid there feeling sorry for myself |
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In a bed of Kleenex |
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Stuffing chocolates in my mouth |
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On the phone with my best friend |
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Cussing my ex |
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He broke my heart |
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Felt like the world had ended |
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I cried myself to sleep |
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Thinking I can't get over him |
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Strange, talk about luck |
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I woke up and the sun was shining |
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Strange, I ought to be in bed |
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With my head in the pillow crying |
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Over us, but I hate, hate love |
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Strange |
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Got half a mind |
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To spend my whole pay check |
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On one of those dresses |
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The strapless black ones |
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That are so famous |
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For teaching lessons |
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Drop by his place |
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Pick up the rest of my things |
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He'll tell me I look good |
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I'll laugh and say, yeah |
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Strange, talk about luck |
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I woke up and the sun was shining |
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Strange, I ought to be in bed |
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With my head in the pillow crying |
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Over us, but I hate, hate love |
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Strange, strange |
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Strange, talk about luck |
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I woke up and the sun was shining |
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Strange, I ought to be in bed |
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With my head in the pillow crying |
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Over us, but I hate, hate love |
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Strange |
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Strange, talk about luck |
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I woke up and the sun was shining |
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Strange, strange |
