Testo Cliché - Madcon

Cliché

It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
Stop that plane
Baby, don’t fly away
I’m singing outside of your window
Playing that damn guitar
Drinking wine by the fire
She threw a snowball at me
I thought it was my heart
I book a dinner for two in Paris
Get on my knees
And say you would never betray
You’re my filét
You diserve it all my love and
There’s a reason it’s called cliché
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
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Cliché
Can you feel it
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Cli — cli — cli — cli — cliché
Cliché
Can you feel it
I want tonight be a cliché on a rooftop
New York by night bright 'cause the moon is up
How are you love
Having fun yet
Like we are horseback, riding into the sunset
And we do it slo — mo
Ain’t need to talk, 'cause we both know
How a cliché works and
Also I love the way I see you
Soul glow
When the cliché works
Slo — mo dancing
Under the rainfall
So romantic
I’m a walking cliché
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
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Cli — cli — cli — cli — cliché
Cliché
Can you feel it
Cli — cli — cli — cli — cliché
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Cliché
Can you feel it
You were sent from above
It’s unimaginable
May I have this dance
You hao me at Hello
Talk to me, walk with me
I’m gone with the wind
Ride for me, die for me
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
Can you feel it
(Cli — cli — cli)
It’s out of control
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
(Can you feel it)
(Cli — cli — cli)
It’s out of control
(Cli — cli — cli)
You’re out of this world
I’m diyng to know ya
(Can you feel it)
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Cli — cli — cli — cli — cliché
Cliché
Can you feel it
Cli — cli — cli — cli — cliché
Cli — cli — cli — cli — cliché
Cliché
Can you feel it
Let’s have a walk in the park
Let’s make love on the beach
Under the moonlight
I’m a wakling cliché…