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I lay there feeling sorry
For myself in a bed of Kleenex
Stuffing chocolates in my mouth
On the phone with my best friend
Cussing my ex
He broke my heart
Felt like the world had ended
I cried myself to sleep
Thinking I cant get over him

Strange
Talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange
I ought to be in bed
With my head in the pillows crying
Over us but I ain't, ain't love
Strange

Got half a mind
To spend my whole pay check
On one of those dresses
Those strapless black ones
That are so famous
For teaching lessons
Drop by his place
Pick up the rest of my things
Hell tell me I look good
Ill laugh and say, Yeah isn't time

Strange
Talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange
I ought to be in bed
With my head in the pillows crying
Over us
But I ain't, ain't love
Strange
Strange

Strange
Talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange
I ought to be in bed
With my head in the pillows crying
Over us but I ain't, ain't love
Strange

Strange
Talk about luck
I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange
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Lyrics submitted by Paislee.