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Could she Just be overeasoned now? He thought he had nerves of steel, Yet scared out of his mind. As he cries over spilled milk, Be careful what you ask for. For you may find. What goes around comes around, The writing's on the wall. Only time will, time will tell if we're all For one and one for all. Oh. Clichés, we're all clichés. Livin' our best lives. Makin' shit up as we go. Readin' between the fuckin' lines. Between the fuckin' lines. Between the fuckin' lines. All that glitters ain't gold, don't lose track of Time. You can be ugly as sin while havin' The time of your life. It's just a matter of time. We're the calm before the storm. Rot in the dirt six feet under when it's Over. When it's over, over, over. Clichés, we're all clichés. Livin' and in our life. Makin' shit up as we go. Readin' between the fuckin' lines. Between the fuckin' lines. Between the fuckin' lines. Ah. Draw a line in the sand, stand for something Or you'll fall. Without a care in the world, all's fair in Love and war. Haste makes waste, don't be a waste of time. Time heals all wounds unless you got an axe To grind. Just grind. Just grind. Clichés, we're all clichés. Livin' in our live lies. Makin' shit up as we go. Readin' between the fuckin' lines. Clichés, we're all clichés. Livin' in our best lives. Makin' shit up as we go. Readin' between the fuckin' lines. Between the fuckin' lines. Between the the fuckin' lines. Between the fuckin' lines. Don't be a cliché. Don't be a cliché.