Dial-a-Cliché

Dial-a-Cliché
Further into the fog I fall
Well, I was just following you
When you said, 'Do as I do and scrap your fey ways'
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'Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!'
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But the person underneath
Where does he go?
Does he slide by the wayside?
Or does he just die?
And you find that you've organized
Your feelings, for people
Who didn't like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say, 'Do as I do and scrap your fey ways'
Dial-A-Cliché
'Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!'
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'The safe way is the only way'
'There's always time to change, son'
I've changed, but I'm in pain
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