Recycled Cliché

What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm
What I'm, what I'm

What I'm feeling
Somebody had felt before
Somebody had already said
What I'm about to say
That's why we're never alone, only
Separated from one-another
In time, in space...

(Oh, what a cliché)

We are
Meaningful clichés
Without expiry date

We are
Overused expressions
With actuality

We are
Not to be thrown away
Recycled clichés

What I'm
(What a cliché)
What I'm
What I'm
(Oh, what a cliché)
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm
What I'm



Credits
Writer(s): Ildiko Ferencz, Marc Mathieu Ochse, Peter Dohy
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