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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
It's 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

Chorus:
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 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

Chorus:
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 didn't creature, I didn't creature
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, the storm of cliché

Somebody, everebody
High or low, or hiding
Nobody's born as a creature
You better be, no mad at me
'Cause body falls, vanishes souls
Me better fear, nobody's born as a creature
Nobody's creature and nobody fears

Chorus:
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 didn't creature, I didn't creature
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, the storm of cliché