I've gotten used to this super-natural-cataclysm-like madness
that I mistake this daily life for peace
Shaken around by the rambling coaster,
what is the thing I can't lose sight of?
Swallowed by the concept of fundamental equality
it feels like even my heart is an et cetera
I hate you, I love you; if you don't speak out clearly
you're no different from a doll
Some in the crowds of people moving through the night city streets
seem happy and others seem lonely
The contrast skips around the music staff
and turns into song and rhythm
Marmalade & sugar song, peanuts & bitter step,
It's sweet and bitter and my head seems to be spinning around
Let's head for south-southwest and keep the party going on,
it will be a night to amaze the whole world
I feel fantastic; form a chain and reflection
Goes on; fun leaves, hardship leaves and fun comes again!
Wow wow wow...
Goes on; fun leaves, hardship leaves and fun comes again!
You got happiness, phrase and melodies!
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