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.:Clich�:.


Clich� started off as an attempt to tell two parallel stories of a young man and woman who were right for each other but doomed to write each other off. I was content with the results, but this is a topic that I would like to re-attempt in the future.

An interesting example of how the complexion of this song changed as I realized I fell short of my song's goal was the title change. It was originally going to be cheesily titled as a reference to Romeo and Juliet, such as "Act IV" or "Plagued Houses", but by the time I finished the first chorus, I knew I had created a clich� in every way but the happy ending :P

PS - where it says Stu's bridge, all four lines are Stu's writing, not just the one with the arrow. I really liked how those lines flowed and the feeling they conveyed, so I asked Stu if I could sample them and he obliged :D


jane
sees her life - its passing her by
its over her head - she's wondering why
she didn't see it coming he was loving
everyone but her

mark
smokes his life - up into the sky
its over his head - he's wondering why
says he's not addicted but he's inflicted
everyone with hurt

it's not my fault no it's not my fault
im a product of my generation
these are the signs oh these are the signs
of lives giving in to our temptation

it's not my fault no it's not my fault
im a slave to the ways i'm living
these are the signs oh these are the signs
i give no use to the gifts i'm given
oh oh

jane
gave her all - she gave him her all
its gone to her head - she's drowning it all
in lies from a bottle its so awful
she's only sixteen

mark
walked away - walked out on his way
its gone to his head - he's passing his days
thinking nothing matters nothing's sadder
this boy used to dream

it's not my fault no it's not my fault
im a product of my generation
these are the signs oh these are the signs
of lives giving in to our temptation

it's not my fault no it's not my fault
im a slave to the ways i'm living
these are the signs oh these are the signs
i give no use to the gifts i'm given

Because you live this twisted love
And you love this twisted life <--Stu's bridge
You damn all that's above
And you twist your own damn knife

it's not my fault no it's not my fault
im a product of my generation
these are the signs oh these are the signs
of lives giving in to our temptation

it's not my fault no it's not my fault
im a slave to the ways i'm living
these are the signs oh these are the signs
i give no use to the gifts i'm given

time's
going by - it's passing her by
its over her head - she's wondering why
she didn't see him coming he was loving
everything in her

time's
going by - it's passing him by
its over his head - he's wondering why
it's time
that he opened his eyes
he's right in front of her




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