tokai wa asa, furukusai wa kodoku na wake nomikomasete okimaridoori konashimashou yuitsu no manaa “namakecha dame”
kudaranai hodo kimochi ii no kurikaeshi no koto o itte
tokai wa yoru, mizukusai wa mahiru no uso kumikawashite yasei ni natte wasureshimashou yuitsu no manaa “majime dja dame”
yarusenai hodo kimochi ii no uragaeshi no koto o itte omoshiroku nai to omou nara mizu ga awanai no ne
sou kono machi wa uso mo makoto makkuroi asa masshiroi yoru
yokubukai hodo iki ga tsumaru kara aa! ima to shinjuu soshite “hito no sei ni shinai” no yo sore ga tokai no manaa yo
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The city in the morning is stale Forced to gulp down lonely conclusions, we’ll break apart as we decided The only manners-- “Don’t slack off”
Saying repetitive things-- it’s so stupid it feels good
The city at night is distant Drinking up together the midday lies, we’ll grow wild and forget The only manners-- “Don’t be so serious”
Saying inside-out things-- it’s so miserable it feels good If you think it’s not fun, our characters don’t match up
Yes, this is a city of lies yet truth Pure black morning Pure white night
Oh! Because the present and our true motives are so greedy I choke then “I won’t blame other people” Those are the city manners
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