oh! 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 us
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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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After a while they always get it
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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"
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Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying
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| Belle and Sebastian |
