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Cliché
Todd Rundgren
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One more dance
One more chance
One more orchestrated song and dance
The upfront and speaker's face asks for her time
To put their heads together
And try to make the night unwind
And it's done so and it's time to make a smooth move
It's time to turn and walk away
So we play that old cliché
Silent tears bleeding her heart
While our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses are both risky's eyes
Still she's only asking him to help her make the night unwind
And if the very next words
Maybe her lips could decide if he'd go or if he would stay
She would play that old cliché
Who makes up the rules for the world?
Haven't we been down this road before?
Isn't anything peculiar here?
Certainly there must be something more
Where are the words?
Where are the words?
Where are the words?
Where are the words?
Where are the words?
Where are the words?
And it's almost not worth saying a vanity
So every day anyway
Do we play that old cliché?
And is it I?
One may show
I fear dissecting and pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an ache in my mind
Can't somebody help me to try to make the night unwind?
And I say what I say
When I know there's really nothing left to say
Then I play that old cliché
Throw away that old cliché