Pack up, I’ve had enough, that’s it, I quit
Give up, you win, I lose, you win
You choose, you stay
I’ll go, you stay, I lose
I used to be a dreamer
But I realize that it’s not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn’t stand a chance at all
Get out of here
Get out of here
Get out
Do I make myself clear
No way, I must go, can’t stay, must run
No chance, I can’t give a second chance
No hope, there’s no hope for you now
No romance, no more romance
No how, no how could we stay together
No need, I have no need for you now
No fear, no fear of you no more
Get out of here
Get out of here
Do I make myself clear
Pack up, give in, go home, get out
I used to be a dreamer
But I realized that it’s not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn’t stand a chance at all
And I’ve become bitter
For I believe that this is better
No matter, whatever, whenever
We can never ever stay together
Get out of here
Go
Do I make myself plain
I don’t want to ever see you again
Get out of here
Pack up, give in, get out of here
Rev up, go away, get out of here
Give in, go home, right away, get to
Pack up, give in, give up, rev up
Go away … out
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