| Don’t you think you’ll be better off
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| Without me tied around your neck, it’s like the way your
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| Body pulls me underneath where I can’t breathe
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| I’m tired of talking, I’ve been screaming all day
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| Don’t you think we’ll be better off
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| Without temptation to regress, to fake tenderness
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| Waiting to see someone we won’t know for long
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| In cities we’ll only leave
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| Don’t you think we’d be better off
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| Without the pressure to address
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| A room of faces
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| Waiting to hear some strange woman speak in tongues
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| On lonely Fridays
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| Oh my loveless drunk, baby
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| Loveless drunk, baby
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| I don’t want to belong, I don’t want to belong
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| I don’t want to belong, to you, to anyone
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| I don’t want to belong, I don’t want to belong
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| I don’t want to belong, to you, to anyone
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| I don’t want to belong, I don’t want to belong
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| Don’t you think we’d be better off
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| Without the pressure to address
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| A room of faces
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| Waiting to hear some strange woman speak in tongues
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| On lonely Fridays
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| Oh my loveless drunk, baby
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| Loveless drunk, baby |