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| Clichés When I find the one When I hear my calling I wouldnt change a thing I wouldnt move an inch CHORUS Cause every time I fall Every time I feel Theres something deep inside of me That I cant believe its real Its caught up in the way How everything reveals But everything remains the same And Im riddled by clichés At the break of dawn Till the set of evening I wouldnt change a thing I wouldnt move an inch CHORUS | |