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lipstick smeared. Your points are trite, and not too sober To deal with your running over. Your sane, but that ain't cleche lines. You said, said you want
I'm losing my grip, circuits about to trip So I'll just mumble goodbye, leave you alone with the sky I hate to use tired cleches, 'cause they make me
to confirm if she's really cheating These days I Love you is a cleche Whoever says it first is guaranteed to get played Sparks flying That's just a sexual
And living la Vida It's not cleche Ima be with my team My Family When I'm up at the top I can see what I dream of I know I can not Let myself be deceived I
into the dirt Swearving on the freeway know it might be cleche Give the kid some leway im headed to a threeway Im racing like a relay Casue these
your brain off Listen up and take notes I know it sounds cleche When ppl say Jesus saves But I'm someone that he saved My mind has been remade So when I
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