I turned my lights off, then walking outside my room
Sitting on the backyard, and my vision flies
Oh would you join me, cross into another real
Just shut your lips, and grab your beer

Do you feel the noise
Coming from above
Remember the living
We're just another thing

You don't know, and you don't know
What it will become if we're running outta time
Straight down the river
Cause you"ll maybe see other path of cliche that happens surround you

Open up your mind and drives away
Let the wind blows whispering

Cliche

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