Cliche

What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger,
And we all know how absense makes the heart grow fonder
and they say its soo much better loved and lost than it is to have not loved at all

This apple a day to keep the doctor away
diagnosed with honesty being the best policy

Somebody's been stepping on my grave
chills dance on my spine
I'll tell you not to say anything at all if you can't say anything nice

Every nemesis has it's rival
Exercising the fittest survival

Forgive and forget the situational ironies
Kids are cruel
keep making faces and it will stay that way
with what comes around goes around
reminder that what comes up had to be down

Back to the grindstone
another day another dollar
Enslaved by money the route of all necisarry evils
are the genrlemen and scholars
Chained to their re
Their white
and their blue collars

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