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"      Oh, get me away, I'm dying...