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If Dusty Springfield were here, she'd sing:
I just don't know what to do with myself
Don't know just what to do with myself
I'm so used to doing everything with you
Planning everything for two
And now that were through
I just don't know what to do with my time
Im so lonesome for you it's a crime
Going to the movie only makes me sad
Parties make me feel as bad
When I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do …
*Oh, yes I did! I'm not proud of it, but confession is good for the soul.