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What a cliche
I, I never want to see you again We’re all so cliched, ’ched With too much spandex on the brain Oh If you believe your dreams will come true Then sleep is you’ll ever do And If you think I’m gonna to come to you Then go back to bed and take my friends there too In a sense we’re exactly the same Cause we’re both so different in every way In a sense we’re exactly the same We’re both so different in every way, in every way Oh It’s a shame That you don’t need to see you this way Oh, It’s a crying shame, shame That what you do is the same as the same Oh, someone told me that you really liked me But I fell asleep almost instantly and in my sleep I dreamt that you found me Now I’ve found my feet so come and run with me In a sense we’re exactly the same Cause we’re both so different in every way In a sense we’re exactly the same We’re both so different in every way, in every way Sleep, I go to sleep sleep, I go to sleep Dream, dream, dream for her and you can dream, dream, dream for her I wanna dream, dream, dream for her, Dream, dream dream for her, her, her, her, her |
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| 2. |
| 4:44 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:18 |
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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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