| I’ve had enough of all the clichés
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| Out of sight is out of my mind
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| I’ve had enough of all the life-changing advice
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| They invent to pull the wool over my eyes
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| I’ve had enough of all the clichés
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| The thought that nothing is even enough
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| I’m fine until the fears — they catch me unawares
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| Creep up and start to whisper sweet nothings in my ears
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| I’m sending out thins tune
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| To places i once knew
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| To all the people i have lost
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| I’m sending out this tune
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| To another space and time
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| To another day in my life
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| I’ve had enough of all the clichés
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| Sticks and stones they never break me in
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| But every single word, no matter how absurd
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| Leaves the faintest trace under my skin
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| I’ve had enough of all the clichés
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| I don’t assume the things i cannot see
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| I try not to be rash — to ponder all the facts —
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| But false conclusions always seem to jump to me
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| I’m sending out thins tune
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| To places i once knew
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| To all the people i have lost
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| I’m sending out this tune
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| To another space and time
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| To another day in my life
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| Makes no difference
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| When i try
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| The numbers all
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| Multiply |