| If there’s one thing that you should learn
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| It’s maybe you should be concerned
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| About me, about me
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| The secret’s out, I’m telling it
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| There’s a Rebel inside Eliot
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| And she’s leaving, don’t you follow me
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| Cause I’m better off alone
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| I’m better off alone
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| I’m better when I’m holding onto nothing
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| When I’ve got room to roam
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| You can try and win my heart
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| But you should know before you start
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| That it beats in syncopation, with the city, rarely with the nation
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| I wrapped your flag around my neck
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| To try and keep my pulse in check
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| But it’s all a waste, you hate this place
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| And our bones break when we embrace
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| That’s why we’re better off alone
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| We’re better off alone
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| Better when we’re holding
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| When I’ve got room to roam
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| Yeah we’re better off alone
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| Better off alone
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| Better when there’s nobody beside me
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| So much better on my own
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| On my oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-own
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| On my oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-own
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| My lungs are set to burst
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| This house is haunted, maybe I’m cursed
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| My lungs are set to burst
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| This house is haunted, maybe something much worse
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| My dreams are dark and cold
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| I’m lost and alone on a road I don’t know
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| Dragging a chest that’s too heavy to hold
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| Full of the feelings that I never showed
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| Full of the secrets that I never told
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| Chained round my knees now they buckle and fold
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| That’s why I’m better off alone
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| I’m better off alone
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| I’m better when I’m holding nothing
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| When I’ve got room to roam
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| Yeah I’m better off alone
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| I’m better off alone
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| I’m better when there’s nobody beside me
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| So much better on my own
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| On my oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-own |