I’m so sick of you, so sick of meI don’t want to be with youI’m so sick of you, so sick of meI don’t want to be with youI wanna fly awayI wanna fly awayI’m so sick of work, so sick of playI don’t need another dayI’m so sick of work, so sick of playI don’t need another dayI need a hideawayI need a hideawayEvery Chinese toyThat is first for a good joyBut always starts to coy and annoyEvery camera, every phoneAll the music that you ownWon’t change the fact that you’re all alone (all alone)Every piece of land, every city that you planWill crumble into tiny grains of sandEverything you find, that at first seems to shineAlways turns into the same old lie (same old lie)I wanna fly awayI wanna fly awayI’m so sick of you, so sick of meI don’t want to be with youI’m so sick of you, so sick of meI don’t want to be with youEvery little dance, every end of that romanceAll alone (all alone)All alone (all alone)I’m so sick of you, so sick of meI don’t want to be with youI’m so sick of you, so sick of meI don’t want to be with you