Artist: Bump of Chicken
Album: The Living Dead
You want to know how many things I can boast about?
I'm satisfied by having a name, a birthday and cute fingerprints
We should talk earnestly about those things, and brag poetically
A dynamo is all we need for stage-lights
You're breathing, in a nook and cranny of that world, slightly but surely
You must put it into words. Look, how long do you intend on keeping on these handcuffs you put on yourself?
What will you grab with these hands? What will you hit? What will you hoist?
Run through the minefield called complaints through the shortest path
That suit called self-confidence is really robustly made
So iron and send back all these common opinions emitted by ordinary people
You're shaking? I bet it's because of the excitement
You're breathing, in a nook and cranny of that world, enough to find you
You need to yell that. Hey, when will you realize that the key is yours?
What did your eyes see? What will they see? What will they discover?
What can your ears hear? "I'm a loser"? Or do you wish that "We are the champion"?
You can fly, if you want to, very far!
You put on these very remarkably sturdy handcuffs.
Now, you must toss them away just after you take them off
You're more worthy than you think, so let yourself free and unfettered
What is that? I also have very remarkably sturdy handcuffs I put on myself
I give up, I can't take them off, and I probably lost the key too
I pushed the realism that far
Don't look at me with that look
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