The older I grow, DeDeDe
he less I happen to fit in – a large void
The philosopher said thus,
The girl has turned into a bird
Nothing but lip service on end, PaPaPa
I tie up my shoes, long tattered in pieces
A digital believer has cursed thus,
The boy has become the wind
Rocking, swaying, a peaceful death
You’ve worked hard indeed, may you enjoy your final hours
Telecaster B-boy
Please, show me feelings of love
Filled with lies, the words "wo ai ni"
True, it's quite annoying when the G-girl
Flaunts her charms and raises the ante
So what say you to dancing a cannibalism dance?
Having killed one or two things,
What is it that we've found ourselves depicting with these bloodied hands?
Telecaster B-boy
Please, show me feelings of love
Is there anyone who will answer my pleas?
Unable to keep on breathing
As long as I stay in this world,
I will hence say my farewells to this reality
I hope you'll forgive
These weak selves of ours
Someday, let's all again somewhere...
Telecaster B-boy
Please, show me feelings of love
Filled with lies, the words "wo ai ni"
True, it's quite annoying when the G-girl
Flaunts her charms and raises the ante
So what say you to dancing a cannibalism dance?
Having killed one or two things,
What is it that we've found ourselves depicting with these bloodied hands?
Telecaster B-boy
Please, show me feelings of love
Is there anyone who will answer my pleas?
Parurarura
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