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Cliche
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 imore 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:
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
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:
Somebody's soaked, somebody's cliché. Am I caught in the storm. The sleeping creature. For I beg high and hope, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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.
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.
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