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Cliché
This is waterfall of human tales.
Just a piece of good luck,
is all that we claim.
But I'm told by a friend,
it's more than sure.
Just as clear as the sky,
there is no fortune for all.
And this is nobody's fault,
and this is nobody's share.
And I Say:
Refrén:
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
For I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
The storm of cliché.
This is whore that prays in church,
torn her soul.
This is countess on the ball,
but the title is stolen.
This is a cripple from the war,
the guy you know.
But the answer's in the end,
something cannot be changed.
And this is nobody's fault,
and this is nobody's share.
And I Say:
Refrén:
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
The storm of cliché
Somebody, everybody.
High or low, or hiding.
Nobody's born as a creature.
You better be,
not mad at me,
'cause body falls,
vanishes souls.
Me better fear,
nobody's born as a creature.
Nobody's creature,
and nobody fears.
Refrén:
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
The storm of cliché You Are My Star
I'm not a scarecrow.I'm a cutthroat and I feel like I win.
My baby's growing.My baby's coming, my daddy life begins.
You are the bow in my hands.My star, the blues of my band.
A telephonic warning.Puts me in a chase in the rain.
I had a bottle in the morning.I gotta stand all the pain.
Told the pale and black taxi driver.Just you go or me run.
A supersonic got to be your riding.Cause I feel he's the one.
Driven to soon see my son.Cause I feel he's the one.
I'm looking for a moment you'll be there.
Your mother to bring you in this world.You are my star.
You are the bow in my hands.My star, the blues of my band.
I told the pale and black taxi driver.Just you go or me run.
A supersonic got to be your riding.Cause I feel he's the one.
Driven to soon see my son.Cause I feel he's the one.
I'm looking for a moment you'll be there.
Your mother to bring you in this world.You are my star.
You are the bow in my hands.My star, the blues of my band.
I'm looking for a moment you'll be there.
Your mother to bring you in this world.You are my star.
