Clichés Come True

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Life is not like the movie or the show

The stereotypes are only life's weak shadow

I don't believe in my crazy, unrealistic dreams

Magic, fairy tales, or smoke, mirrors and light beams


Tricks, illusion, sleight of hand

Strings pulled from above

I never thought, never planned

that I'd ever believe in love


But when we met, I never would have guessed

That you'd make my heart beat out of my chest

I couldn't clear my mind or start to believe

That I could want someone until I couldn't breathe


You give me butterflies, make my head spin

You're running through my brain

I'm just trying to not jump out my skin

And start dancing in the rain


I'd swim deeper, climb higher

I'd run through the fire

I swear there's nothing I wouldn't do

For the girl that makes clichés come true


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