Song | Cliche |
Artist | Hey Champ |
Album | King Kong Kicks Vol 5 CD Digipak |
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Oh it's so cliché | |
Oh it's so cliché | |
Cliché | |
Cast in gold | |
Your heart's so cold | |
Eyes once passionate were dead sea scrolls of shame | |
A rose by another name wasn't the same | |
Picks and bones and | |
Glass house stones | |
Vows both imminent and threadbare so when I sing, | |
I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it's so cliché | |
To look and act the same | |
Oh it's so cliché in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different | |
Bless my soul | |
Mallards in a row | |
Nights endeavoring the fair-hand folk arise | |
Girls who should realize, better than I | |
Such typical | |
Whims of the fall | |
All were the wrong thing | |
Well I sing | |
I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it's so cliché | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it's so cliché | |
To look and act the same | |
Oh it's so cliché in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different | |
Oh it's so cliché in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different |
Oh it' s so cliche | |
Oh it' s so cliche | |
Cliche | |
Cast in gold | |
Your heart' s so cold | |
Eyes once passionate were dead sea scrolls of shame | |
A rose by another name wasn' t the same | |
Picks and bones and | |
Glass house stones | |
Vows both imminent and threadbare so when I sing, | |
I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it' s so cliche | |
To look and act the same | |
Oh it' s so cliche in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different | |
Bless my soul | |
Mallards in a row | |
Nights endeavoring the fairhand folk arise | |
Girls who should realize, better than I | |
Such typical | |
Whims of the fall | |
All were the wrong thing | |
Well I sing | |
I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it' s so cliche | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it' s so cliche | |
To look and act the same | |
Oh it' s so cliche in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different | |
Oh it' s so cliche in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different |
Oh it' s so cliché | |
Oh it' s so cliché | |
Cliché | |
Cast in gold | |
Your heart' s so cold | |
Eyes once passionate were dead sea scrolls of shame | |
A rose by another name wasn' t the same | |
Picks and bones and | |
Glass house stones | |
Vows both imminent and threadbare so when I sing, | |
I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it' s so cliché | |
To look and act the same | |
Oh it' s so cliché in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different | |
Bless my soul | |
Mallards in a row | |
Nights endeavoring the fairhand folk arise | |
Girls who should realize, better than I | |
Such typical | |
Whims of the fall | |
All were the wrong thing | |
Well I sing | |
I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it' s so cliché | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
Well I sing, I shout | |
But the words never make it out | |
Oh it' s so cliché | |
To look and act the same | |
Oh it' s so cliché in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different | |
Oh it' s so cliché in the vision of everyone | |
To look and act the same when we were so different |