| Ooh! |
| Get me away from here I’m dying
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| Play me a song to set me free
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| Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours
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| Here on my own now on a bus
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| Think of it this way
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| You could either be successful or be us
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| With our winning smiles, and us With our catchy tunes, and us Now we’re photogenic
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| You know, we don’t stand a chance
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| Oh, I’ll settle down with some old story
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| About a boy who’s just like me Thought there was love in everything and everyone
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| You’re so naive!
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| After a while they always get it They always reach a sorry end
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| Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
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| With a winning smile, the boy
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| With naivety succeeds
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| At the final moment, I cried
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| I always cry at endings
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| Oh, that wasn’t what I meant to say at all
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| From where I’m sitting, rain
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| Washing against the lonely tenement
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| Has set my mind to wander
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| Into the windows of my lovers
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| They never know unless I write
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| «This is no declaration, I just thought I’d let you know goodbye»
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| Said the hero in the story
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| «It is mightier than swords
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| I could kill you sure
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| But I could only make you cry with these words» |