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the criticals - call the cliché lyrics

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we don’t have the time or the sp+ce
to bounce these old confessions off a new face
they say how squeaky and clean you keep your travel machine
that we don’t have the means to replace

you shot it down
my feet i found
this in+between is tearing up the ground

lose it too quick to gamble around but she don’t know
taste the manhattan running so flat that he won’t go
take me back to better days before the dream was sold
call the cliche a different name so that we can fold
so that we can fold

we don’t want to try to ignore
the sentimental stories from your life before
just throw it in my face like you’ve done a hundred times before
i wanna be the heart that you tore

you shot it down
my feet i found
this in+between is tearing through the ground

lose it too quick to gamble around but she don’t know
taste the manhattan running so flat that he won’t go
take me back to better days before the dream was sold
call the cliche a different name so that we can fold
you’re proud of your disaster now we’re in too deep to slow down

lose it too quick to gamble around but she don’t know
(she don’t know)
taste the manhattan running so flat that he won’t go
(he won’t go)
take me back to better days before the dream was sold
call the cliche a different name so that we can fold
so that we can fold

- the criticals lyrics

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