Cliches Away
Three sheets in the wind
And rubbed the wrong way
By a fair weather friend
You must seize the day
Let your hair down
And lay down the law
Be the talk of the town
With your last hurrah
With all your high hopes
Few and far in between
Up against the ropes
Taking one for the team
Play your cards right
No guts no glory
Still High as a kite
The same old story
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