Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying

Play me a song to set me free

Nobody writes them like they used to

So it may as well be me

Here on my own now after hours

Here on my own now on a bus

Think of it this way

You could either be successful or be us

With our winning smiles, and us

With our catchy tunes, and us

Now we're photogenic

You know, we don't stand a chance



Oh, I'll settle down with some old story

About a boy who's just like me

Thought there was love in everything and everyone

You're so naive!

After a while they always get it

They always reach a sorry end

Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then

With a winning smile, the boy

With naivety succeeds

At the final moment, I cried

I always cry at endings



Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all

From where I'm sitting, rain

Washing against the lonely tenement

Has set my mind to wander

Into the windows of my lovers

They never know unless I write

'This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye'

Said the hero in the story

'It is mightier than swords

I could kill you sure

But I could only make you cry with these words'


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