Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying
Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dyingPlay me a song to set me freeNobody writes them like they used toSo it may as well be meHere on my own now after hoursHere on my own now on a busThink of it this wayYou could either be successful or be usWith our winning smiles, and usWith our catchy tunes, and usNow we're photogenicYou know, we don't stand a chanceOh, I'll settle down with some old storyAbout a boy who's just like meThought there was love in everything and everyoneYou're so naive!After a while they always get itThey always reach a sorry endStill it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and thenWith a winning smile, the boyWith naivety succeedsAt the final moment, I criedI always cry at endings
Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at allFrom where I'm sitting, rainWashing against the lonely tenementHas set my mind to wanderInto the windows of my loversThey 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 swordsI could kill you sureBut I could only make you cry with these words"
Oh, get me away, I'm dying...