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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 |
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So it may as well be me |
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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 |
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With our catchy tunes and words |
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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 |
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Thought there was love in everything and everyone |
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You're so naive! |
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They always reach a sorry ending |
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They always get it in the 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 poor 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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Falling 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' |
