Original lyrics

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Bada doo da doo, hey My hands still smell like your hair My sheets still smell like your skin My car still has your playlist My friends still ask how you've been And my phone has all of those texts And that pic, yeah that pic that you sent up at 2am I am, I am, trying so hard to get over you With this phone in my hand, and How can I find someone else to love? With this phone in my hand, it's pain per view How can I find someone else to love? With this phone in my hand, can't get over you I blame the internet I hate the internet They know what you did last night I seen your girl, guess you've got a nеw type And you and I haven't spoke in a yеar But one click and it feels like you're here Cause my phone has all of those texts And that pic, yeah that pic that you sent up at 2am I am, I am, trying so damn hard to get over you With this phone in my hand, and How can I find someone else to love? With this phone in my hand, it's pain per view How can I find someone else to love? With this phone in my hand, I can't get over you Finally the call of shame, how are you? I know it's your birthday, and we don't speak But I thought about you, do you think about me? Ooh, do you think about we? I hate the internet I blame the internet Because of you, I hate the internet Cause of you, I hate the internet Ooh, Ooh