• Song:

    Cliche

  • Artist:

    Support Lesbiens

  • Album:

    Soft Collection (1994-2...

Capo on 4 or 1 (4 is used in original)

       G           Em7
This is waterfall of human tales.
       G
Just a piece of good luck,
  Em7
is all that we claim.
        G
But I'm told by a friend,
    Em7
it's more than sure.
        G
Just as clear as the sky,
           Em7
there is no fortune for all.
           G4
And this is nobody's fault,
          A74
and this is nobody's share.
And I Say:

G         Em7
Somebody's soaked,
C9    A74
somebody's clich?.
   G              Em7
Am I caught in the storm.
C9      A74
The sleeping creature.
      G           Em7
For I beg high and hope,
            G          A74
For I beg high and hold.
       G          A74
Till I fall in the storm.
C9
The storm of clich?. 

This is whore that prays in church,
torn her soul.
This is countess on the ball,
but the title is stolen.
This is a cripple from the war,
the guy you know.
But the answer's in the end,
something cannot be changed.
And this is nobody's fault,
and this is nobody's share.
And I Say:

Somebody's soaked,
somebody's clich?.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.

Somebody's soaked,
somebody's clich?.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
The storm of clich?.

G       Em7
Somebody, everybody.
C9       A74
High or low, or hiding.
G        Em7       A74
Nobody's born as a creature.
A74
You better be,
G
not mad at me,
Em7
'cause body falls,
A74
vanishes souls.
C9
Me better fear,
G        Em7       A74
nobody's born as a creature.
         C9
Nobody's creature,
    A74
and nobody fears.

Somebody's soaked,
somebody's clich?.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.

Somebody's soaked,
somebody's clich?.
Am I caught in the storm.
Da sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
The storm of clich
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