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»