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Sensitive as if I were running up an escalator that smells like tuna
Destroying the sweet phrase of an advertizement on a trash can
Is it silver plated or something? To us, it's the limits of common sense
Like we're scratching at it with rusted together coins
Surely, now, everything is slipping through
The gaps between our fingers Bit of life
Though we're wearing a harness that seems meek,
It's like we're constrained by drawing a zipper
Is this the sort of life
that turns happy later?
You didn't run on impulse just now.
It seems like a comedy movie that turns serious
A paradise that even has Status quo maintenance
I don't think
that's the sort of play we chose
I'm wanting to be thrown into you
We, who hurt others, don't know how to stop Fugitive
An attitude of 'don't try committing crimes in friendship'
They
say that the youth nowadays can't have adventures
In something like this, time and memories are unsatisfying
The world of tomorrow without you
Don't kid around, I want to break it into little pieces
I'm only guarenteeing an escape route Anywise
I'm also an accomplice Case Study
Since I say I'm following your
example in that sort of life, these are the surroundings
Sound argument has simply withered
Solidly entangled, it feels like proof
I
want to feel that this isn't popular literature
Even in this way, I can believe even in love
Even if today is the end of this age
A room temperature PET bottle and
The T.V. Remote control, I'll kick them away
Always on the sofa, like dust
I want us to flirt
Though we're wearing a harness that seems meek,
It's like we're constrained by drawing a zipper
Is this the sort of life
that turns happy later?
You didn't run on impulse just now.
Solidly entangled, it feels like proof
I want to feel that this isn't popular literature
Even in this way, I'm
made to believe even in love
I want to feel that which you say is living
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