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Oh how I feel for the sky Overused by poetry and rhymes It's in the sentence that follows "We stayed up all night" Oh shouldn't it concern me That we shrink beauty to fit in our minds Don't have to listen to the whole song To know what's in the third line Tell me should I feel right Tell me should I feel fine About tossing the meaning for the sake of the rhyme But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés? Oh how I feel for the lonely girl Quickly made into a woman by the world They combed sense through her hair Straightening out her curls While you're waiting for someone to see you You make fast friends with abuse And you'll do just about anything it tells you to But I'll never feel right I'll never feel fine Letras de cancionesAbout shaping the meaning to fit in the rhyme Changing the human into what sells and buys But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés? It's never, ever so alphabetical You go out of order and they call you heretical And you just said what nobody had time to hear Pretending the truth isn't explicit Won't censor the people affected by it It's like the first time you ever heard real music in your ears It'll never be enough It'll never measure up Turning the depth of the ocean to the size of a cup But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés? It'll never make sense If you make sense of it All the things that make you cry out of happiness But some things are just better left unexplained But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés From Letras Mania